Thursday, August 29, 2013
Move on. .
Saturday, June 15, 2013
.. It takes a real man to be a Dad.
There’s this thing about Dads, unlike Moms they don’t need
to be told they are loved all the time, they’re mature and understand that as
we grow up, things change and even though we don’t say it directly somewhere in
our little anger about not getting the thing we wanted lies the understanding
that there must be a reason for it.
It is specifically this character of less demand and more love;
I incredibly love my dad but just fail to express it. But then there are people
like me everywhere who probably can walk up to a total stranger and say a
thousand words but are incapable of saying two words of love to the closest
person on this planet. But the best
thing is my dad understands, he does not have to be told of my love in spoken
words, he just understands. Sometimes I do wish I was more capable of portraying
my affection just like him. I wish I could. With Mom things are a little
different. She needs to be reminded and even though with her too I’m incapable
of expressing in spoken words I always find a way, a card or some flowers does
it. It’s just that sometimes you love
some people so deeply that it becomes kind of impossible to walk up to them and
say it, you just want that person to feel it, like you do.
People often ask this dumb question to kids about who they
love more their Mother or Father, it’s like asking a person which one he
prefers his left leg or right? But I remember being asked that question, and I
specifically remember it because whenever I was asked to make a hierarchal love
chat, my chat would start with my Uncle followed by my grandparents and then
mom and in the end my dad. I don’t know why I used to tell him I love him
least, not that I meant what I said, during those days it was funny. I will
never know why I used to say what I said, but growing up along his side, all
these years, I’ve realized what he means to me. Right now if somebody asks me what I regret in
life I would say I regret not saying ‘I love you most, dad’ when I could’ve
said it, because now it’s almost impossible, if not late.
But you know the best thing? Some days all three of us, me, mum and dad lie next to each other and laugh at some stupid joke, it’s then that I can see and feel and am sure so do they, how much I love him and how much he loves me and mom. And given a chance I would never ever replace my dad with anyone in the world. Certain things just never change in our life span and I believe a Father-Daughter relationship is one of those things. Therefore no wonder they say, ‘A father is a daughter’s first love.’ And as we all know no one ever gets over their first love. :’)
Happy Fathers’ Day. You are loved.
Always your little princess.
But you know the best thing? Some days all three of us, me, mum and dad lie next to each other and laugh at some stupid joke, it’s then that I can see and feel and am sure so do they, how much I love him and how much he loves me and mom. And given a chance I would never ever replace my dad with anyone in the world. Certain things just never change in our life span and I believe a Father-Daughter relationship is one of those things. Therefore no wonder they say, ‘A father is a daughter’s first love.’ And as we all know no one ever gets over their first love. :’)
Happy Fathers’ Day. You are loved.
Always your little princess.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Last Smile and Adieu.
Life is mysterious and to unravel the mystery for the sheer
pleasure of it is what gives it meaning. Taking things and people at face value
is not only shallow but also foolish, when you can get more why be content with
less, in other words why judge something/somebody without untangling their
mystery. Idk if this is related or not, but somehow or the other life is woven
in such wonderful coincidences that every other lose thread interlinks itself
to somebody or someone in such a way that it leaves us in amazement. Since this
morning I badly want to write a poem with the title “Last smile and adieu”,
unlike a person who told me that we write a poem first then think of the title,
I get the title first and then write the poem. Well, I guess people have
different ways. Yes so I want to write
but then the words have not come to me yet. The words do come automatically;
it’s almost a single thread of thoughts punctuated at places. This is dedicated
to two people- their make-the-heart-skip-a-beat smile and to the awareness that
neither of them is within my reach because some dreams are never meant to be
true.
I lie awake, silent night
Listening to the much noisy rain,
Pouring in, wiping out the memories of my pain.
But it sure left behind,Some bitter sweet pictures of the time,
Of that perfect day, now too good to be true,
When you smiled your last smile, I heard, adieu.
Standing at a distance but there are no boundaries of the
heart,
Time stopped, people went away Now what can keep us apart?
Soaking in your lingering eyes I managed to take my cue,
And I turned around and saw your last smile and thought, adieu.
Wide eyed, wide awake still listening to the rain
Could he see this unspeakable pleasure is driving me insane?
And then I drifted back to sleep and dreamt of you,
Of your last teasing smile, meaning adieu.
Unsolved complexities, imagining possibilities, today I
recall your smile,
Reconstructing something which has been lost, after a long while.
Trying to think of another meaning, asking if I’m as indecisive as you
I sink back to your almost-a-laugh-smile and the mystery
behind adieu.
I wonder if you still wait, remember the smile which I reciprocate,
Re-live the story of us, in another way
And think in the end, you should’ve had your say.
If that, then I must tell you this,
A smile is preferred to word amiss.
Our ruin to my heart when I did sew
,I watch the grey sky turn blue
And It’d forever remind me of our Last smile and adieu.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Burning for a change.
When it became unbearable
and sleep became a distant dream
i felt the fire rising
like a long awaited scream.
It said it needed to travel
and find a pedestal, across space and time
I said its burning me down to ashes
replied, burning for a change is never a crime.
So to let the chauvinist majority burn
I led the fire through the vent hole
not even halfway through, got crushed under the masses
and with a shriek scream out went my soul.
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