Young boy
Wearing a robe and crown
Eager to cut the chord
Written for Carpe Diem#230 Gione (Gion festival)
Image courtsey Flicker
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Monday, 24 June 2013
My Rock
You stood by me and saw me rise
You were my earth, my wings
You held my hands and let me soar
You were my steps, my core
You walked with me to new heights
You were my guide, my light
You flew with me to the sky
You were my flight, my eyes
My Rock
I fell down,
You stood by me
You stood by me to see me drown
You stood by me and saw me sink
You stood by me and saw me fail
You stood by me and saw me fall
You stood by me and never picked me up
You chained me and pushed me down
My Rock
Sunday, 23 June 2013
“Daddyhood”
Anyone can become a dad; but it takes a lot to be a dad
Daddyhood is not a day, Daddyhood is not a moment
Daddyhood is lifetime
It’s getting up in morning and seeing both of them safely tucked
in with you
It’s the cup of milk vanished before I could look
Hours and hours of your struggles with crayons and outlines
It’s your patient learning and unlearning of nursery rhymes
It’s your arms around both of them before they could fall
It’s the silent tears in your eyes when they did fall
Every hug that came my way with a wink to you
Every kiss on my cheeks linked to you
It’s the awesome Maggi daddy ishtyle
Hours of Q&A with a smile
It’s the way you say a lot of things, without uttering a word
It’s the way you are there with us, even in your absence
It’s your knowing smile at the end of the day
It’s your gentle touch to wipe my worries away
I want to thank you for all these said and unsaid precious moments
Being with you has transformed my ordinary life into “an
extraordinary journey”
"Dedicated to all wonderful Dads who make Daddyhood as special as Mommyhood"
Green Paddy
Lush
green;
I
talk to you
I
talk to myself
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I
saw your grow,
From
seedling to full crop
Time
to say good bye
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Rows
of green
Under
the blue of sky;
Food
to soul
Written for Carpe Diem: “Green Paddy”
Image courtsey http://www.flickr.com
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Lunch
Hot bowl of curry
I lick the fingers;
And taste you
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Layers on layers
I peel the onion;
Nothing but tears
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Smell of food in air
Both run to the garbage
bin;
The dog wins
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