सेहर- हर रोज एक नई सुबह,
खिलता एक नया आसमान;
सतरंगी किरणें मुझे जगाती हैं,
तोहफे में लाती एक नया लम्हा;
हंसकर इस सतरंगी लम्हे को मै समेत लेती हूँ,
पर क्या लम्हे भी हाथों में रुकते हैं;
हर पल हाथों से लम्हा गिरता है,
उठाने के लिए जो हम झुकते हैं;
पाते हैं लम्हों के निशान,
हँसी की गूँज और मीठी यादें;
हंस देती हूँ फिर से मैं ,
याद करती हूँ फिर वोह बातें!!
This blog is about my motherhood which is a bundle of beautiful moments. Each is a special gift by my daughter Sehar.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Bade chalo
A child is a bundle of miracles. Everything she does is God's lessons in life for us.
How grand and a never failing spirit we are all born with.
Life is about looking fwd and there are lil bumps in the pie, when you stumble and look at your feet. It is then you realise how dirty they are and yet how ready to move on-bade chalo ; )
How grand and a never failing spirit we are all born with.
Life is about looking fwd and there are lil bumps in the pie, when you stumble and look at your feet. It is then you realise how dirty they are and yet how ready to move on-bade chalo ; )
Tears in heaven
Tears are a gateway to the heart! They can tell you varied stories. Stories about love and happiness and also about disappointments and hurt.
Yet how underestimated, undervalued they can be..
When Sehar was born, the first sound I heard was that of her crying. Yes, she was crying. Yet how melodious it was, because it was the sound of life. The life that was kicking inside me(literally ; ) ).
Over the months, this was her primary means of communication with me. She cried when she was hungry or sick or sleepy...
Next time you see those tears, remember they were made in heaven and they are as precious as pearls.
Stop them before they break!!
Yet how underestimated, undervalued they can be..
When Sehar was born, the first sound I heard was that of her crying. Yes, she was crying. Yet how melodious it was, because it was the sound of life. The life that was kicking inside me(literally ; ) ).
Over the months, this was her primary means of communication with me. She cried when she was hungry or sick or sleepy...
Next time you see those tears, remember they were made in heaven and they are as precious as pearls.
Stop them before they break!!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Sehar
Sehar means dawn - the time the "day begins". Sunrays fighting their way to lighten our world.
Everyday I think about the sunrise and hope I am able to beat the sun to it ; ), I am reminded of the day my daughter "Sehar" was born.
As I held her in my arms and felt her little finger holding mine, I found a moment which was ours...
A moment where a bond lives forever, where a smile touches the heart and where life celebrates.
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