A young friend of mine recently passed away in a most unfortunate manner. 29 is no age to go, not by a cardiac arrest, not in any manner.
While at his funeral, I could not bear the sight of his father - helpless, desolate and apparently bereft of any emotions. Cheated by life, he seemed to me. I can not even imagine the hell he must be going through. I just wish & pray he and the whole family is able to pull themselves together and come out of this.
Curiously, at this time, I am also reminded about a poem I wrote 4 years ago about how when a child is born, s/he fills up, lights up our entire lives. I reproduce it below, with a strange hope that as times go by, happier memories would soften the cruel blow of destiny:
कैसे होता है?
कैसे होता है,
कि
मासूम हंसी का एक तार
सी देता है ज़िन्दगी के सारे पैबंद
और
एक मुस्कराहट भर के लिए
दम भरती है ज़िन्दगी
करती है - इंतज़ार
कैसे होता है
कि
बंजर दिल की ज़मीं को
तर कर देते हैं
सिर्फ दो नन्हे आंसू,
और उदास एक नज़र से
मानती है खुदाई भी हार
कैसे होता है
कि नन्हे दो हाथों में
उतर आता है
सारा आसमां
और
छोटे छोटे कदम
बन जाते हैं
आहट ज़िन्दगी की
कैसे होता है
कि
एक किलकारी भर से
होती है बसावट
पूरी ज़िन्दगी की!
Good Bye JP.
2 comments:
Lovely peom. And thoughtful sentiments so well coupled with hope and love...
Majhdhaar, it turns out, is truly an ode to "feelings, emotions and expressions as you float along" ...
May his soul rest in peace forever!
One gets disturbed at such ocassions but we must remember that at times a tender leaf can also fall from the tree; not only the old, yellow leaves. Human life is also like that, there is no question of 'why' and 'how'. People have to accept it, whether they like it or not!
Your poem is lovely,it depicts the happy side of life. It is true that a smile of the little one fills life with inexplicable joy, these moments are to be cherished.
S.V.Bhatt.
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