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जब माँ 'अंबर' बन जाती है.......

           A few months back we were fighting for Mom's survival...had been in a frenzy of medical ins and outs. Had clung to every ray of hope that any specialist gave, lapped up all the possible suggestions made by the best in the Medical fraternity, only to make her life qualitatively and quantitatively better...an experience that I plan to pen down on some rainy day.But all that came to an abrupt stand still on the beautiful early dawn of 26th December 2011... She couldn't step into a fresh New Year which was just a few days away.


           The days that followed had an array of relatives and friends dropping in and staying back, trying to ease out our pain. After all, losing both the parents in close duration is just so unfair! The condolences did help a lot, will always be grateful for those. One condolence that struck a chord, maybe forever, is from my bro-in-law, Vinit from Delhi, who just sat thru gazing at Mom's photo....took a paper and a pen, scribbled something for about 10 mins. Before settling down for the night he handed me the paper and said, 'this is something for you...I cannot offer any verbal words to comfort you, but hope the lines that I've written will convey whatever I wish to.'


            I read thru his writing and believe me...I could unite with my Mom! I didn't feel the difference of the two different zones that we were in...the earth & the heaven...all became one! Thanks Vinit ! I've taken the liberty of bringing your sentiments to my blog...a request for every one to read the following poem, which is a tribute to all Moms!                        


                                            
                                                          
                                                          जब माँ 'अंबर' बन जाती है.......
क्षण-भर को तो लगता होगा,
सब कुछ बिखर गया है अब!
तुमने हरदम दीपक 'बारा',
फिर क्यों रूठ गया है रब ?
                                       आँखों के आंसू भी अब तो,
                                       रूककर ठिठक गए होगे l
                                       बहते आंसू पत्थर बनकर,
                                       खुद ही सिमट गए होगे l
माँ के 'आँचल' का जाना ,
प्राणों का जाना होता है .
दिन बीते अपना शूलो पर,
'बाणों' पर 'शर' सोता है !
                                       जब 'माँ' अम्बर बन जाती है ,
                                       अपनी साँसें रुक जाती है .
                                       अपने चलते - फिरते तन में -
                                       बस, 'जीवित लाश' समाती है !
माँ साँसों का स्पंदन है -
पहले भी बहुत सुना होगा.
पर कष्ट-भरी इस 'बिछुद्दन' को ,
पत्थर बन आज सहा होगा .
                                        माँ के आँचल में लुक जाना ,
                                        उनकी बाहों में चुप जाना  ,
                                        बीते दिन की, अब बात हुई ,
                                        'मम्मी' पर झूम-झूम जाना .
उमड़ा है सैलाब आज ,
तुमको ढाढ़स बंधवाने को !
पर शब्द नहीं मिलते मुझको ,
इस 'बिछुड़न' पर समझाने को !
                                           हर भुजा बनी कमजोर आज ,
                                           यह  भीषण दर्द उठाने को !
                                           यह अधर नहीं खुल रहे आज ,
                                           अपनों को ही समझाने को !
मम्मी के बीते क्षण ही अब ,
जीवन की राह बताएँगे .
यह ह्रदय नहीं कह पाया जो,
वह 'ईश' तुम्हे समझाएंगे .
                                           जो तुमने किया - प्रेरणा बन ,
                                           हम सबको आज सिखाता है .
                                           'माँ' की साँसों में जीने की ,
                                           यह हमको राह दिखाता है .
मै तो बस इतना कहता हूँ -
'बेटी' मिल जाए तुम जैसी ,
तो समझो 'माँ' खुश ही खुश है -
इस 'धरती' पर ही क्या, 
 'अंबर' में भी !!!
                                                                                    विनीत मिश्र .

Comments

  1. Yet another beautiful Tribute to Mom & Dad, penned by Siddharth Mehta. Thanks Sid, means a lot!

    Siddharth Mehta :
    Bear my body to the grave my mortal friends
    Knowing that the singing of my heart never ends

    No time for your wailing, gnashing of teeth, and tears
    The eternal sleep is not at all what it appears.

    The grave is not the sum of a life complete
    It is but the veil beyond which bride and groom
    retreat.

    You say that body descending, now see it rise,
    Think of me with Him as you shut your eyes

    Locked in that coffin my soul is now set free
    To join my beloved in eternity.

    Which seed fell in this earth and did not grow?
    Your material shape is a drop in the heavenly flow

    Of water which springs from That eternal source
    Life, death, these illusions, must take their course.

    - A tribute to Ameeta Tripathi and Roopnarian Tripathi

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