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…. 🙂

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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 🙂