Its Another END

I came back early from office on 23rd Oct 2018  as one of my close neighbour passed away . It was a sad demise  and I was back to square one on my all-time curious phenomenon "Death "

With energy almost drained out,  was sitting with papa in his room and suddenly papa said a word which hit me : There is no definition of life yet
And he was very true . He has written in his daily dairy as well but i was blank ...how do you define life , what makes a life and why death is always sudden

किसका मज़ार था

शम्म-ए-मज़ार थी ना कोई सोगवार था,
तुम जिस पे रो रहे थे वो किसका मज़ार था ।

तड़पूँगा उम्र भर दिल-ए-मर्हुम के लिये,
कम्बख़्त नामुराद लड़कपन का यार था ।

जादू है या तिलिस्म तुम्हारी ज़ुबान में,
तुम झूठ कह रहे थे मुझे ऐतबार था ।

क्या क्या हमारे सज़दे की रूसवाईयाँ हुई,
नक़्श-ए-क़दम किसी का सरे रह-गुज़ार था ।

The VOID

There is always a time in a day when I miss maa to a extend that its too hard to believe that she is no more physically . I feel like talking to her , sharing few simple thoughts , laugh on non laughable statements , become a bit emotional .
Life is never the same again once you lose your maa , its a void which is of the same intensity after 10 years as it was on THE DAY .
Miss you Maa , Love you maa . You Left me too early with absolutely no backup .