the story of a lullaby

In an ideal world it's mostly the mothers who are believed to sing lullabies to their kids but in the real world these theories sometimes take a backseat. And that's preisely what happened in my world.As my sibling and my soulmate who also seems to be my alter ego bundled in a certain cozy male lap we had this very soothing male voice sing out to us. Leading us by the hands of his voice to the dreamland.And we embarked on a pleasant journey.Always. Together. Our small eyes laden with heavy drowsiness. As this most beautiful male voice sang out to us.....


"aaj kal me dhal gaya,
din hua tamaam,
tu bhi so ja,
so gai rang bhari shaam...."


Today as i sit here writing this piece. Away from that reassuring voice.Ritually and formally handed over to another male. An alter lullaby seems to have taken shape somewhere in my mind. A baby mind in a grown up brain.A not so baby pain in a very grown up heart.

"kyun aaj kal me dhal gay,
kyun din hua tamam,
kyun main n asoi,
jab so gai ye rang bhari shaam...."


Things are different now. Even the voice has changed. Silence now sings to me and tears rock me to sleep...Alone in the custody of this new male silence. This time the journye is lonely. Soulmate lost in another world. A sibling nowhere near to hold my hands in a strange place. no ..no more laps.