February 20, 2009

Khuwahish !


Khuwahish!

Ye meri beti ka kamra hai jise maray hoay teen din ho chukay. Aj uska soyam tha. Meri beti sab larkion se alag honay ki dawedar thi jab k yehi baat mjhe uski sab se aam lagti thi. Ye naheen tha ke wo meri ikloti olaaad thi na he ladli beti bas thori si khudsar, ziddi or mun-phutt si lerki thi (is baat par kisi ko shak nahin tha sewaye uskay) ussay ab lagnay laga tha ke jaise wo bilkul akaili hogai hai uski maa to kia main bhi ussay pyar naheen karti . Wo jab kabhi ghussay main ati yehi kehti ;
main mar bhi jaon gi to kisi ko kon sa farq parega main kon sa kisi ka beta hon! Ziyada se ziyada do roz sog manain ge sab.
main jab uski ye jazbati batain sunta hameesha hansta! Or us waqt ussay duniya ke gool ghumnay se lekar meray hansnay tak par ayteraz hota (main uskay jama kiye novels dekh raha tha. Usay ye shoq maa bap se virasat main mila tha). Usay duniya ko khud se taskheer karna acha lagta tha. Uska kamra hameesha bikhra rehta (main uskay takiye [pillow] par haath rakha) magar marne se pehlay wo isse itna saaf kar gai thi ke lag raha tha jaise wo abhi yaheen kisi konay se nikal kar ayegi mujhe betha daikhe gi hairan hokar or kahegi 'papa ap yahan kia kar rahain hain?'
Ye kamra meri beti ka sab se pasandeedah gosha [corner] tha ghar ka. Main apni beti k saray shikway dor karna chahta tha, ussay batana chahta tha ke main usse utna he pyar karta hon jitna apne baqi bachon se. Han ussay sab se ziada dantta tha magar isliye kaheen wo bigar na jaye. Tabhi meri biwi meray pass ayi .

"ye apkay liye aya tha" usne ik packet meri taraf barahaya, main ne oper uske chehray par nazar ki to wo bhi nam-alood tha shayed ussay bhi apne beti ki yad arahi hogi.

"kia hai ismain?" main ne usay pocha , usnay lailmi ka izhar kia or janay lagi. Main ne ussay darwaza band karkay janay ko kaha.

Packet khola to usmain ik card or kuch cheezain theen jin main ik leather ka wallet, ik kurta shalwar or ik parcha shamil tha. Main ne card uthaya (father's day ka card hoga) main ne sochtay sochtay card khola magar kholnay par pata chala ke wo to valentines day especial tha ( main hairan hoa bhala valentines day wish karne wala mjhe kon hosakta hai? ) card par meray naam ke ilawa chand satrain likhi hoi theen.

Although I hate Valentine's Day but this year,
I wished someone to be my valentine !
Who else it could be but you.
So will you be my valentine Dad?

Main ne ansoon ko saaf kiya aur nazam wala parcha uthayaparhna shuru kiya to ehsaas hoa ke ye to shayed wohi wali nazm hai jiska mazak meray betay mazak ura rahay thay, usne yeh poem kisi conest main bhi bheji thi shayed isi baat par mazak ura rahay thay main ne nazam ko ik bar phir ghor se parhna shuru kia;

Come With Me Before I Leave!

Death is on its way,
But before leaving you behind,
All alone on your own,
I've a feeling,
I should return once to you,
All the precious moments,
That you really deserve,
I want to hug you,
Kiss you and embrace you,
Like never before,
So that whenever you see yourself,
in a mirror or in someone's eyes,
It reminds you the love of mine,
The feel of mine,
As i want to live in you,
Yes! I knw i am in you,
But after me i know,
Your life will not stop,
Even i dont want so,
As all i want is just to,
LOVE YOU!
PROTECT YOU
&
INSPIRE YOU!

Main ne nazzam ke akhir main dekha to mujhe mukhtib karke meri beti ne do lines likheen theen;

Dad! ye nazam main ne apke liye likhi thi koi
man he naheen raha jisne
bhi parhi usne kaha ye koi dad k liye naheen
likh sakta main apki boht achi beti
naheen hon sirf achi bhi naheen hon magar
dad mujhe maaf kardijiyega or ye cheezain rakh
lejiye ga! kash main apko ye khud deti or app ko
agar cheezain pasand ati to app bhai ki tarhan
mujhe bhi galay lagatay! hai na dad!

Main ne apne apko apne bazon main bhench lia meri beti ko meray galay lagnay ka kitna shoq tha. Kash Papa ki jan! tum yahan hoteen to papa tumhain galay lagatay ik bar phir batatay ke wo tum se kitna pyar karte hain. Kash! Tum ye pehlay papa ko parhwateen to yun khali khuwahish liye to na jateen! Kash PAPA tumhari ye khuwahish puri kardetay! Kash Tum aj zinda hoteen!

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This is just another piece of mine. Hope you will feel and enjoy it while reading, as i enjoyed and i feeled while writting it! All thanks to my dad as while i wrote this he was away and his apartness made me write this! Readers please comment and suggest!
Thank-you!

- illusiOn!

16 comments:

  1. oh my god! insiya... i am touched.. so much of depth.. i am speechless really.. i'll go hug dad now...

    and you love your dad so much that it shows.. :) thank you for writing this one.. :)

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  2. you made me cry early in morning gal ... i have not een so touched in so many mnths ..

    *hugz*
    tk cre !!
    Shine on !!

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  3. insi leaves me speechless again...

    loved the english poem...! :)

    take care dear, may u get more masterpieces to the lounge.. like this one! :)

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  4. guess what! before reading this piece i was snuggled in my blankets and read this poem, which came with your text message!

    the death is on its way!

    and i wondered what had made you write that!

    Awesome!
    Mindblowing!

    as i always say, where do you get such way ward but amazing ideas from?


    *phew*

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  5. that was just beautiful.. really touched.

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  6. awww...how sweet u r insi......kitni pyaari ho.....i second kajal....ur dad shud be happy :)

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  7. Pink Orchid
    Yes! i love my dad! there nis a lil of insi there i agree! *hugs*

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  8. Preety me
    :D opps um sho shorry fo makng u cryng but feelng emotional is good no?

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  9. Preety me
    :D opps um sho shorry fo makng u cryng but feelng emotional is good no?

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  10. Leo!
    May your prayer get its way... :D i want to creat a miracle like u ppl this is definately not my destiny!

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  11. .A.
    Asbah *sniff *sniff* you got it right i guess ..
    I got the idea from ... pta naheen kidr se.

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  12. ahhh..its soo painful.iam keeping my fingers crossed..dont wanna let this happen to any father or any daughter..the poem was beautiful!!

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