मुझे सुन लो ना फिरसे अनकही सी बात की तरह,
याद आते हो तुम बारहा बरसात की तरह.
जिस क़हर सी रात की कभी सुबह ना हुई,
मेरी आँखों में जागते हो उसी रात की तरह.
मेरी पलकों पे ठहरते धुले मोती जैसे,
मेरे ज़हन में बसे हो किसी जज़्बात की तरह.
तुमसे करती थी मैं कितनी ही सिरफिरी बातें,
ज़िक्र करती तुम्हारा सुलझे ख़यालात की तरह.
खुली खिड़की से झांकती हूँ सूनी राहों को,
काश! तुम मिल ही जाओ फिर किसी सौगात की तरह.
निशां तुम्हारे ढूंढती मैं क्यों इस दुनिया में?
गुमां न था, ये है शतरंज की बिसात की तरह.
I hate Santa Claus!
It was a chilling winter morning of 20th December when he arrived at my home followed by a catastrophe. It was a Santa Doll, my 7 year old daughter was craving for since long, and the toy shop owner somehow arranged for its door delivery at my place. I was about to wake my princess up with her long desired, much awaited gift, but suddenly my land-line phone rang. I was informed that he had a cardiac arrest and was critically ill. Later, I came to know that it was false news, as he already had left for his heavenly abode by then.
I’ve written this Ghazal for my Father who left this world on 20th Dec. 1998. Christmas is a festival of merriment, but for me it’s a time to mourn my father. I lost my smile with him, but found him in my daughters’ grin. I lost my music with him, but found him in forlorn songs. I lost my gist of life with him, but found him in poetry. I lost my love with him, but found him in melancholy. I mourn him every moment, but every glimpse of Santa Claus reminds me of that fateful day. Before it ends, I wish Merry Christmas to my Dad with this Hindi Poem (Ghazal).