Who Is A Father
An Angle Or Human?
He Is Wise , He Is Very Nice
Who Understands His Child From Every Side
Protective And Caring
Great And Daring
He Is A Teacher, He Is A Guide
He Is Loving And Is Always Right
So We Should Pray For His Long Life
As He Is An Indispensable Part Of Our Lives
There Is A Child
Who Sits And Broods
Over Her Inability To Age
Tingling With The Need
To Run Her Shaking Fingers
Over The Hands
Of The Boy Beside Her.
There Is A Child
Who Sits And Stares
Out The Window
Towards The Ocean
Because Dreaming Is The Method
She Must Use
To Save A Smile.
There Is A Child
Who Sits And Weeps
Over Innocence Forgotten
And Experience Neglected
You Showed Me The Ropes,
You Gave Me A Hand Up To Reach Them,
But You Never Pulled Them For Mr.
You Made Me Hear The Music,
Explained To Me The Notes,
But You Never Made Me Hear Them.
You Taught Me The Words,
Made Me Understand Them,
But Never Held The Pen For Me.
You Showed Me The Flowers,
Identified Them For Me,
But Never Smelt Them For Me.
You Loved Me Unconditionally,
Never Asked For Anything In Return,
And That’s Why I Love You So Much
When I Was Little And I Cried
You Lovingly Held Me, And Let The Last Tear Fall,
When I Would Scrape My Knee
You’d Bandage It Up And Say “Be Careful”.
When My Birthday Was Horrible, You Smiled
And Promised The Next Would Be Perfect.
When I Would Lose My Temper,
You Had A Way To Calm Me Down.
When My Friends Left Me Behind,
You Gave Me Ice Cream And Said
“They’ll Come Around”
When I Had A Nightmare
Slowly,Silently,Now The Moon
Walks The Night In Her Silver Shoon
This Way, And That, She Peers, And Sees,
Silver Fruit Upon Silver Trees
One By One The Casements Catch
Her Beams Beneath The Silvery Thatch
Couched In His Kennel, Like A Log,
With Paws Of Silver Sleeps The Dog
From Their Shadowy Cote The Pink Breasts Peep
Of Doves In A Silver-Feathered Sleep
A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By,
With Silver Claws, And Silver Eye
And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam,
By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream
Tell Me More, My Love, How Much You Love Me,
When I Am Hungry, Chill Me With A Kiss.
Endlessly Proclaim Your Admiration,
Never Try To Hide Your Fascination,
Though At Times I May Do Aught Amiss.
You, Of Course, May Ask The Same Of Me.
That You Put Nothing In Your Life Above Me
Will Aid In Me A Similar Dedication.
Only Thus Do Lovers Spin Their Bliss.
Ritu
Grandmothers Are Mothers Who Are Grand,
Restoring The Sense That Our Most Precious Things
Are Those That Do Not Change Much Over Time.
No Love Of Childhood Is More Sublime,
Demanding Little, Giving On Demand,
More Inclined Than Most To Grant The Wings
On Which We Fly Off To Enchanted Lands.
Though Grandmothers Must Serve As Second Mothers,
Helping Out With Young And Restless Hearts,
Each Has All The Patience Wisdom Brings,
Remembering Our Passions More Than Others,
Soothing Us With Old And Well-Honed Arts.
Great Bosses Grant The Glory They Receive,
Offering Their Praise And Their Devotion.
On Them The Mantle Settles Like A Cloak
Designed To Shelter Lots Of Little Folk,
Bearing Them Along In Its Emotion.
Yet Freely We Give More Than We Receive,
Eager To Float That Ship Upon Our Ocean.
If I Could Give My Mom The World
Or Anything She Wanted,
I’d Give Her My Own Heart And Soul
And Leave My Own Heart Haunted.
I’d Take Upon Myself Her Life
With All Its Strife And Pain,
And Let Her Ease Into Some Space
Where She Could Live Again.
The Pain For Me Would Not Be Pain,
At Least Not For A While;
For I’d Be Doing It For Her,
And I Would See Her Smile.
Behold The Mother With Her Newborn Child!
An Icon Of A Hope That Never Dies.
Death May Label All We Cherish Lies,
Yet This Love Lies Too Deep To Be Defiled.
We Clear An Inner Field Where Fate Has Smiled,
Letting Play The Pleasures Of Surmise,
Holding Back All Contrary Replies,
As Though Our Thoughts Might Turn The Winters Mild.
Despite The Well-Known Travesties Of Time,
Each Time A Child Is Born We Dream Anew,
For Only Thus Our Losses Are Regained.
Though We Must Share The Destiny Of Slime,
No Passion In Our Palette Is More True
Than That Which Cradles Innocence Unstained
Ankhon Ankhon Mein Gujri Hai Yeh Raat
Abhi Bhi Shayad Adhuri Hai Ankhon Ki Baat
Subha Tak Ka Safar Kuch Yu Teh Kiya Humne
Bina Chuye Ek Dujhe Ke Sath Kati Hai Yeh Raat
Thama Hai Ek Dujhe Ko Apni Adaon Se Humne
Bina Kuch Bole Khamoshi Tordi Hai Sari Raat
Yeh Jismani Milan Nahi Roohani Mel Hua Hai
Sath Reh Kar Ek Dujhe Ko Apna Ehsas Diya Hai
Koi Ankhon-Ankhon Se Baat Kar Leta Hai.
Koi Ankhon-Ankhon Main Mulakat Kar Leta Hai.
Bara Mushkil Hota Hai Jawab Dena,
Jab Koi Khamosh Rehkar Sawal Kar Leta Hai..
Tumhari Aankhon Ki Kya Taarif Karon
Bas Inme Doob Jane Ki Khwahish Hai
Pehle Hi Teri Ada Ke Deewane Hain
Ab Kis Baat Ki Gunjaish Hai
Yun Haath Ki Khamosh Lakeeron Main Aa Gaya
Lafzon Ki Rahguzar Se Woh Dil Main Sama Gaya
Jo Nukta Sochta Raha Main Tamam Omar
Lamhon Main Sara Falsafa Mujh Ko Bata Gaya
Yun Chahatein Samait Lein Daaman-E-Yaar Ne
Bakhshi Qabooliat Dil-E-Be-Ikhteyaar Ne
Sunli Duaein Bhi Meri Parwardeegar Ne
Woh Bandagi Ka Mujh Ko Saleeka Sikha Gaya
Zindagi Dene Vale Marta Chod Gaye
Apnapan Jatane Vale Tanha Chod Gaye
Jab Padi Jarurat Hume Apne Humsafar Ki
Vo Jo Saath Chalne Vale Apna Rasta Mod Gaye