Saturday, January 22, 2011

Love You, Daddy

You scooped that sharp edge,cupping it with your hands, of the garden bench…

So that, I, Your little one, don’t ever hurt my head…

You soothed away fears, when I dreamt of spirits with a transfigured face…

Clawed-toothed-big-nailed monsters clambering over my imagination’s infinite space…



You made me walk in the dark, so that I’m never mortified by it again,

for you always said, ’’Do the thing you fear the most, and the death of fear is certain…’’

You made me climb and touch the peak of the children’s park Rocket-tree,

To drive away the acrophobia that was creeping in me…



You taught me to ride a bicycle, and made me soar down the hilly-slope of the one-way street…

You taught me to swim in those sweet-green springs of Indrali with those harmless green water-snakes cutting water so neat..



We sat and sang our way

By the green margin of a stream

Watching fishes leap and play

Beneath the glad sun-beam…



Our family moped rides, me seated front, with the speedy thrill, wind against my face…

You trusted in me and let me accelerate (once in a while) to teach me the safe-set pace…



Despite revolts, rebellions,adolescent crisis, heart-felt deceptions or Math’s paralyzing fears or rocky financial crunches, you always put me in the best of schools, got me the best of books….

Your steady baritone voice...

treks,treasure-hunts,morning-moped jogs, long beaches, soulful talks…

You just always know what I mean,

Even before I speak ….

You always read well ‘’in-between’’…



Your strength, your integrity, your endurance to deal with life’s nitty-gritty’s

Your wisdom, a guiding force, has taught me to balance my priorities, to never sherk my responsibilities…

For you always said, ‘’When the going gets tough, it’s only the tough who get going’’….



Forgetful of the highways rough…

Forgetful of the thorny scourge…

Forgetful of the tossing surge…

Of off-beaten career chosen or of linguistic choices affirmation,

You stood by me and said, ‘’Do the thing you love the most and love the most the thing you do..’’



My heart is as a freeborn bird

That flutters, flutters evermore…

My soul is as a hidden found, shut in by clamming clay struggling striving to force its way…

Up through the turf, over the grass, up, up in to the day, when twilight no more turneth grey…



Life’s full of numbness and of balk, of haltingness and baffled short-comings, of promises unfulfilled, of everything, that is puffed vanity and empty talk, wide vacuity of hope and heart…

But beyond the seas, we know stretch the seas unknown

Beyond lands we see, stretch lands unseen

We live in wearied hope, we die in hope not dead, we run a race…

Today, and find no present halting-place…



When I was young I deemed that sweets are sweet

But now I deem some searching bitters are sweeter than sweets,

And more refreshing far, and to be relished more, and more desired and more to be pursued on eager feet –

on feet untiring my every marching fleet…



You taught me that a bird must leave the nest and fly

That in time, I would leave and soar towards the sky

It is your love and guidance that reinforces my wings

You lift me before I soar towards life’s greatest things



There’s a special bond

That’s meant for you alone

There’s a special place in my heart

That ‘’you, my Daddy Dearest, alone can own..!!’’