હતી એક ક્ષણ એ

Remember - કેડેથી નમેલી ડોશી? 

I wrote this muktak for my father on his 70th birthday. Growing up, most of us have fond memories of our childhood. As boys, more than anyone else, we look up to our fathers when we are growing up. We find them to be a source of unbound inspiration, courage, hope and love. Now the same father, when he turns 70, you start seeing in a slightly different perspective. On one hand you have a great deal of love, respect, admiration and gratitude for him, and at the same time, you cannot help but notice the effects of  time. The one invulnuerable rock of your life, you have to accept now, is vulnerable to the passage of time.

This is an eternal feeling that many generations have shared before us and many will share after us. This muktak is dedicated to my father – Vinod Bhatt. Enjoy!

હતી એક ક્ષણ એ, અને એક ક્ષણ આ
હતો એક જણ હું, અને એક જણ આ
ક્દી છે છલોછલ, કદી સાવ સૂકું
કહો જળ તો જળ આ, કહો રણ તો રણ આ

હિમાંશુ ભટ્ટ … ૨૦૦૫

 

I would also like to re-dedicate, a sher from  ghazal  હતી પોતાની શું ઓળખ , to my father today …

તને દેખાય જે મારી, નથી ઉંચાઈ પોતાની
ઉભો છું હું આ કોના પર? અને મારે ખભે કોઇ…

 

Enjoy!