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Taare Zameen Par. (Song Maa,TZP)

 

I am driving down to the airport , the radio jockey doing her usual, then played Ma from Taare Zameen Par…Oh lord , I knew it. Damn Damn Damn!!! I held out my hand to switch station,  Accha ganna hai na Saab,thoda awaaz bada de. By then the song has started playing….

 

Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa

 

 

 I am next to my driver…I don’t wanna feel like an idiot sitting nxt to him. I wish I sat behind today!!!Damn damn…I stared outside the window….held I eye lids as hard and large I could…I do this thing of enlarging ur eyelids to avoid tear drops from falling….

 

Bheed Mein Yun Na Chodo Mujhe
Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Bhej Na Itna Door Mujkko Tu
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maa
Kya Itna Bura Meri Maa

 

 

….then that line Papa Jab mujhe jhor jhor se….damn damn …..I thought of dad, I thought of my son…very complicated…Ma mein batelata nahin ….damn damn ….

Jab Bhi Kabhi Papa Mujhe
Jo Zor Se Jhoola Jhulate Hain Maa
Meri Nazar Dhoondhe Tujhe
Sochu Yahi Tu Aa Ke Thaamegi Maa

Unse Main Yeh Kehta Nahin
Par Main Seham Jaata Hoon Maa
Chehre Pe Aana Deta Nahin
Dil Hi Dil Mein Ghabraata Hoon Maa
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Hai Naa Maa
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Meri Maa

 

 

Now I cant hide my tears….

Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa

Silence ….. I continue staring out , using fingers causally, slowly edging out tears.We drive in silence. … we drive in silence.

 

Tears comes to me easy…when I am happy, sad…but this song “Ma from Tare Zameen Par” always works against me. Damn!!!

 

But I am not sad,  not grieving, am loving it. 

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by Tao Oliveto

There’s nothing like a poem from someone who is thinking about you. I received this from a friend:

One day you finally knew what you had to, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — and though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations.

It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do–

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