Straight from my heart

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Dear Dairy,

This poem/thoughts, I penned down when my mom left us on 18 June 2015 :
a routine summer vacation trip changed into a life altering transforming trip.

Maa to maa hai, maa ki umar nahin hoti,

Kuch rishton ki umar nahin hoti.
Faaslein na honn ,
to yatra khatam nahin hoti.
Yeh ehsaas unko hi hai, 
jisne kisi apne to khoya hai ,
Varna aise berukhi se na poochte ,
" kitne saal ki thi auntiji"
Aur uske baad ka yeh dil todne wala  jawab " phir to theek hai "

Kya kahein unse, saal nahin, ve to har pal mein sau saal jeei hain hamesha, 
har pal ko jeena sikha gayein hain.
Aakhri lamhe mein bhi woh apni baat keh kar, bina vilambh ke parmatma ke paas chali gayein hai!"

Kaun kehta hai, maa ki kitni umar sahi hai: yeh sansaar chodne ke liye ?

Apna vazood aur sanskars apne bachhoon aur aage ki peedi mein chhod gayi hain!
Woh zinda hai meri har baat mein, mere har khayal mein, meri har soch mein, meri har kalpana mein!

Kaun kehta hai " ma ki kitni umar hai?" Maa to Maa hai : Maa ki koi Umar nahin Maa to amar hai, ajar hai.

Juju.

Love u mom#feel u
From this world to your world
: till v meet again up there 

Comments

Daisy said…
Yes straight from the heart. Beautifully penned. Keep penning & sharing
September 16, 2019 at 2:31 PM
Anonymous said…
Speaking ur heart out.. Heart touching
👌👍
September 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM
Anjali k said…
Heart touching !! so true , All close relations are immortal .

September 16, 2019 at 7:29 PM
Unknown said…
Very touchy n true !! Heart touching keep jotting down all the best keep it up Momsie Popsie are immortal they always r in our Heart gagan aunty
September 16, 2019 at 9:29 PM
Neetu said…
Haan Didi. So true! Bachche kitne bhi bade ho jayen, ma-Papa ke bina rahne mein darr lagta hai.
September 17, 2019 at 4:52 PM
Disha said…
Seedhe dil se..
Bahut behatreen!
September 18, 2019 at 1:57 AM
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