Salute to Fatherhood :)

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A finger which I used to hold when I was young….
Those eyes were watching me all the time…watching me grow………
His heart sings lullaby to my ears when I was held cuddled to his chest……

He spent sleepless nights to make me asleep…….

Feels butterfles in stomach seeing me smile to his pampering…..

Wen I stumbled trying to walk…
A hand caught me..steadying me….
He never wants me to fall…
Bt he knows I wil hav to…….
…to rise up higher nd higher…
He gave me rides on his shoulders….. My hand safe in his hands……..

He dont feel my hand to b safe elsewhere….its most perfectly held in his……..

But when I started growing up….
He accepted it…. Took the role of a stern father….
He punished me in my mistakes…….
His heart withers…seeing tears in my eyes…..
But he had to punish me in my mistakes so that i never made it again…..
The cane marks pained……but it pained him more seeing me in pain,due to him…..

But the worst is that..he can’t show his pain infront of me…. because he had to be bold….that he cared for me…that he had to punish me…so as to help me to be good…he had to be bold…..

The real pain was for him than for me…to do his duty of a bold father….
Whenever i was left to be punished and cried pulping my pillow…
And drifted to sleep…
I could feel hot hands nurturing my cane wounds…..soothing balm over it….To heal the physical wound….but the wound in his heart seeing his daughter in painfull tears due to him… won’t fade away that fast…..no balm to apply ovr it…..
Except the laughter of her…..in his ears..

He stood by my side in my all phases……be it sad memories…of failures..
Or laughing and enjoying moments of success…..whatever i was going through….he was there with me….always……..

Always by my side…as an open book where i could scribble down anything….
Anything under the sun…above the waters……
Not letting go of my hands……..
“Noo hand seems to be safer for his daughter than his own that he refuses to let go of it…..”
Dreading the day when he wants to give away those hands to someone he chooses……but with half heart…afraid whethr his daughter will be safe with him……

Bt he is a father…….and a father have to give away his daughter’s hand to some safe hands…

Bt no father can find a safer hand than his………all he could manage is to find a safe enough hand…….

Same time arguing with time and nature…….”Why you flew so fast….before I could see enough of my love, my daughter.”

All finds time to give salute to motherhood because she carried the kid in her….safely for months……..

Bt no regards to this heart and hands which gave away their best joy since the moment she was laid to your hand holding your finger…….

It is hard to take care of two hearts at the same time…..but…It is harder to give away something which is everything to you with smiling face in outside wen you are actually feeling empty from inside…….

“Salute to.. fatherhood”

For my father who is the best father in the world…. ūüôā

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Waiting for a soul….

A hand to hold..on..when afraid
An eyes to shed tears for You….
A leg which will walk any distance just  for You…
An ear all yours to hear from You….
A nose which wil make the air you breath fresher….
A shoulder to hold You when tired over worries of the world..
A mouth which always of You….just for You……
A smile just to make You happy for ever….
A cheek which reddens even in the mention of You…
A heart which beats for You….

Thats all I need…..all needs…all craves…but a few..very few tastes the sweetness of it….

Care…commitment… Cries…laughter….scolds….quarrel…chats..friendship.. Possessiveness… Jealous… Adventures….mischiefs….
And lots nd lots nd lots of love ūüôā

Wornout Butterfly

At last i was born as a butterfly as i wished for soo long…
I couldn’t¬†be more merrier…
I¬†cud hear my parents joy,warmness wen I was still a pupa…
They said they are waiting for me to come out…at last i was out in the world……
I cud fly anywhere…I had beautiful wings with soft curves and full of colours..
I loved fun,adventure,explorations,laughter…
Everyone around me was mesmerized by my charm….
I made them all happy.. I always looked higher…wanted to fly higher till i reach and touched d stars…I watched everything with curious eyes…
I wanted to spread joy everywhere as the fireflies sheds light everywhere..
I longed for the fireflies to come to me as my friends…
I always dreamed fireflies showing me light…telling me that there is¬†change of air ahead…..
My parents were proud of me….They say” it was as if watching a bud blossoms to flower…
My brother and sister were so much different from me… They were so much dependent…They needed to be guided everywhere…
But i knew my way..and I saw much beauty around me…

But suddenly the¬†air changes..There were loads of bugs and beetles around as from nowhere…..
Flowers were no longer seen…thorns grew more on the¬†stem than the buds….
My parents’ beautiful wings were thrown away by the¬†wind…They are¬†trying to regrow it…
but Alas!!! It is not the same as before..smile that was pasted before on their lips faded,their wings started losing colour…but they are striving really hard to make things same as before…they are existing now for their dear ones only…
My sister and brother are afraid and¬†is fluttering and¬†flapping their wings…
They don’t know what to do…to which direction should they head to……

All the eyes turned towards me..
They say that only i could find a way..
Every hopes were showered upon me…they expect me to do some kind of magic and¬†spread happiness everywhere as it was before
….But

But nobody is realizing that i am a normal butterfly..
They are not realizing that me too is brittle, fragile and delicate at heart..
They are forgetting that my wings could also be torn..
There are¬†many thorns rising in all my paths…..
Whenever i am trying to fly a little
Higher bugs and¬†beetles stood menacingly in my path…
The fireflies whom i thought to be my friends was actually disguised bugs…fear is engrossing me every minute..that I no longer see any beauty..my wings and eyes lost its charm….I became frightened even in the¬†thought of looking high..forget the stars…..

But I¬†couldn’t lose hope…I can’t let my parents down…i am trying a new path everyday when I finally rises a few meters high….
Something terrible happens and pulls me down…those disguised fireflies are trying to rip me apart..to tear away my wings which has already lost its glossiness and beauty long before….

Still I am trying to find the correct path…to bring back that long lost smile of my parents..to fulfill their desires,hopes but every time I try I am ending up being wounded……a worn-out butterfly….. But I do still dreams of those fireflies who will show me light and listening intently for a voice-‘There is change of air ahead’….
Fireflies do come quick…I am waiting for you all…
i am worn-out n needs d light………..

Hello world!

i wanna share something very secret with you….
secret of many things…secret of silence….secret of friendship…love..parents…endless secrets…
do feel free to open your heart…so that i could fill it…precious
precious shouldnt be seen..it should be stored in the deep layers of your mind…
so..here i am…to fill you with secrets…
be ready with your heart and mind..wide open..
for me to fill with precious….