Ek choti si undhuli gudiya … nindiya ki saathi
Har woh sham jo jhagron mein beet jaati
Pardon se jhoolti hui yaadein,
Woh galli ke billiyon se ki hui dher saari baatein!
Ek laal frock jo aaj bhi hai lubhani
Ek bandh kamra – gujti hai wahan aaj bhi nani se suni hui kahani.
Woh sham ka nazara – line se champi,
Woh doodh peene ke liye … churayi gayi jhappi…
Garmi mein haath pankhe ki hawa,
Woh chulhe ki chai har sardi waali subah.
Razai ke neeche bhoot ke kisse,
Amma ka who ruler roz pith-te the jisse.
Gudiyon ki shaadi, woh underhand cricket match apne,
Woh jugnu ki tarah bandh mutthi ke sapne…
Padh mutthi kholi toh aaj kuch na paaya,
Bachpan aaj hai bas ek dhundla sa saaya…Yeh bher chal ki bheedh ka lat jaane kisne lagayi..
Woh bachpan ki aag jaane kisne bujhai?
P.S: – What inspired this Wordy Wednesday? – I think a lot of things. Being away from Ma’s hugs for almost 6 months. Sensing (I don’t think anyone can ever relaise until they go throught he same feelings themselves) the pain of a mother and her faith in her child’s dreams. A talk with Ma last night and sensing her dismay on my choice of things.
It all made me crave for the childhood when such thoughts never crossed our minds – where the world was secure and simple for it had little existence beyond the warm sweet smell of Ma’s old saree or the comfort of landing into Baba’s arms each time he threw me up in the air.
