Your gentle presence:-
A herald of eminence and laughter…
Your amorous talks:-
A fresh wave for the sussurate of my shimmery-shining leaves of love…
The ‘lock’ of you arms:-
A swift key to the transparent world of peace; An estrangement from the world of ‘hiding-masks’.
The mirror of your vision:-
Lustrates and reflects the monotonus light, enlightening my present…
That’s YOU-who deserves the best of me…and the same you shall always be, To be with me as long as i live in this mortal ‘Me’,
And after the life, when i leave to harmonize as a part of infinity…
प्रियतम छवि नैनन बसी तो फिर क्या देस-विदेस…
“जल्द तुझे भी ले जाऊंगा” कह प्रियतम गये परदेस।
गया हर दिन नयी आस में पर मिला न कोई सन्देस,
सोच यही सब सावन बीते कि-
प्रियतम छवि नैनन बसी तो फिर क्या देस-विदेस!
तभी शोक का उमड़ा सागर सा, मन हो विचिलत यूँ हाय!
नहीं लौटे प्रियतम मेरे, अपने भी हुए पराए!
छोड़ गये अब साथ हमारा माता-पिता भी परम लोक समाये।
फिर भी ना लौटे प्रियतम मेरे….अंधकार सा हुआ जग मेरा…
मन रह-रह कर बुलाए-प्रियतम कि बस एक झलक हो तो रौशनी भर जाये!
हुए मुग्ध थे प्रिय यूँ मेरे छाई तन-धन की वासना,
हूईं अनसुनी “उनकी रक्षा करना” कीं सब कामना!
ना जाने कैसे भूल गये अपनी प्रिया को जानना?
भूला दिया सारा जग मैने बस बची थी अब एक आसना-
“प्रियतम छवि नैनन बसी तो फिर क्या देस-विदेस”।
सात बरस तब हुए थे पूरे जब प्रियतम लौटे फिर देस,
अपनी नई पत्नी संग फिर एक बार इस घर में किया प्रवेश।
शोक-विलय कि अश्रुधार सा निकला सब आशाओं का झूठा वेश…
ना प्रियतम छवि नैनन बसी स्वदेस भी हुआ परदेस!!
दुख अगर अपना हमको बताना नहीं आता,
तुमको भी तो अंदाज़ा लगाना नहीं आता||
मैं भी उसे खोने का हुनर सीख नहीं पायी,
उसको भी मुझे छोड कर जाना नहीं आता||
Phillipa continued “He enraptured me by his impression, and this lead to an other meeting of the two of us…slowly with time we came closer and…”
Phillipa was completely engulfed in the memories of those amorous days, when her Steve for her was probably:-
the best human of this world,
the most handsome guy of the town,
and a centre of few girls who were mad about him- their so called crush!
She continued “After one year we decided to turn this into a relationship and settle down with each other. Steve met my mom Ruth. She lives in a village nearly 40 kilometres from Alveremere. “
“And you know we got married in December the same year!”
Phillipa’s glee was touching heights now…she was no doubt living her dead past again…
The constables at that moment had only one question hammering their minds “Was she really so much attaached with Steve? Or she is just creating an alibi to get the stains crime washed off…”
To be continued.😊
I thought about you with love today,
But that’s nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
And days before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All i have are memories,
And a ‘diary’ of our amorous tale.
Which I’ll never part.
May God have you in his keeping,
And i shall keep you forever in my heart…
One of those constables asked “What made you do this? ” but Philippa sighed no answer, and blowed out a hefty breath.
She continued “It was our first meeting Steve appeared to be gentle and a wise man by his words…” “We had a deal in the first meeting itself. As we both grabbed the same book but neither of us stepped back. So we decided to meet a week later and i made my word to give the book to him. ”
Meanwhile one of the constables nodded up with an equally unusual question as his face – “Then did you people meet next?”
Two voices came up One of “Yes!!” and the other of- grimming of Phillipa’s teeth in distress…
She told- “The next time we met in a coffee shop nearby my house in Alvermere. And there i kept waiting for an hour almost. ” “That unusual and vexatious waste of time took my temper on verge when i heard Steve calling me up saying “Hi Phillipa”…”
“He got well aware of my state by my mere contortions.” She said.
And she continued by saying that Steve told her that he was late because he was busy helping an old man who met with an accident on Charterhouse Street and none of his family members could have been found at the spot.
Her eyes welled up and her lips streched to give themselves a vague and pleasing look….
Phillipa was certainly lost deeper into the thoughts of that Steve whom she loved more than herself…
To be continued…😊
“I have a confession to make” said Philippa in a sardonic and mysterious tone…
The four police constables dressed in a highly professional manner- Kevlar vest, utility belt accompanying with the side arm. The baton and the radio added on to the pride of the uniform.
They stood round her, to finally have the sound of truth ringing in their ears, behind which they have been running like rats since months….
” It was three years ago when Steve and I met in the library of our hometown in Alvermere, London.” Said Philippa falling back into the chair but even deeper in her thoughts and memories of past!
The walls of the room echoed the heightened frequency of that eerie silence. At times it was only that brassy wind that dared to blow in to turmoil the silence by shaking the long dead fashionably clinging Ivy leaves, hustling in stubbornness.
Philippa continued “We were in the search of same book, as we both were graduating from the branch of Human Psychology…” and she wiped her welled up eyes roughly thrice within these couple of seconds…
(To be continued..)😊