The Last Letter and the Broken Lines

While cleaning my chest

found some letters torn.

Glued, looked at and read a thousand times

Albeit felt some tender thorns.

First one was like a newborn-

pure, innocent and unstained,

redolent, radiant and love resonant

quintessential, quiescent but untamed.

Words tessellated with woven charm,

sonorous, susurrating and serene.

Drowning, dulcet and inked with calm,

words were svelte and sorrow unseen.

And then looked at the last letter from her,

few broken lines and a shrieking emotion

blue, bewildered and no color as it were,

crumpled, chaffed and all abjection

Now after all my years and moons

My chest is still holding you.

Some in bits and pieces

and some in complete and full.

____~______~_______

Chand deewarein aur ek Maa !!

(I went to my place after almost two years since my mother passed away and lived in my empty house...yes just a house...not a home)

Yeh ghar ab makaan sa reh gaya hai
Tere hone ka bas ek ehsas sa reh gaya hai

Har ek aahat pe lagey tu hai yahin kahin
Mere dil mai bas kuch reh sa gaya hai

Na aaj koi subah sotey se jaganey wala
Na koi raat ko jaagney pe daantne wala

Na koi har choti baat pe tokney wala
Aur na raha koi har badi baat ko zapt karney wala

kaise kahun ke mere mathey ki woh chand lakheerey
aaj bhi tere duaon ke boasey se chamakti hain

Aaj bhi Woh tere kamrey ka sannata
Cheekh kar tujhe pukarta hai

Woh braamdey mai laga aam ka darakht
Teri raah mai aaj bhi phal girata hai

Mai yun hi inn deewaron ko takta hun
Tere honay ke ehasas mai kahin gumm rahta hun

Kaash ke tum phir se aa jao maa
mera sar aaj bhi tere aanchal ko tarasta hai