A poem for my favourite person.
I don't know what favourite rhetorically means,
Just as perplexed as like a girl wears a "Boyfriend" jeans.
But, be it called what; Papa, you are the soul to my being.
You're the strength to my mind, and the sense to my feeling.
Everyone who knows you, have something to say to me,
"You're just like you're daddy", to this I could never disagree.
And this is not just a statement Papa, perhaps it completes me.
And I know that you feel proud, which sets my soul to glee.
You are more than just a human, the way you've been all long,
The pain, the wounds and all of the fears, yet stood always so strong.
My love is immense for you, and selfless is your hear...
Sister: There isn’t a night where she says: I M... ... never mind... who cares... it’s late...
Child: But what does she always say, you didn’t finished...
Sister: Forget, it wouldn’t be that important anyway. It’s time for bed now.
Child: But Nora what strange story are you telling me. At least finish.
Sister: I just realized, that there are sometimes things that should be kept in a special place. When you are older you will understand.
Child: And how does this place look like?
Sister: It’s on your left side, where your heart lies, reserved only for special people and memories. People who care used that very often. It helps people to be in touch with others even though their aren’t...
Remember there are thousands brains to hate you but only two people who always love you unconditionally -
Your Mother and Father .
Keep your parents with loving care, you will only know their value when you see their empty chair!
I wish we could fight,one more time, and end up glowering, eachother.
I wish we could play, one more time, and catch you up, cheating.
I wish I could demand, my wishes, one more time, and you be mine spinning machine.
I wish I could stand behind and hold your shirt tight when I'm afraid of this horror world.
I wish we could meet, just one more time.
I still think that you will come, shouting my name, some day ❤
~KASH WO PAL FIR LAUT AAYE~
✍🏼"Mere bachpan ki shararte fir laut aaye, Kaash wo pal fir laut aaye ,
Bachpan ki wo yaade ya dosto se krre vaade, kaash wo pal fir laut aaye ,
Jab mere rone ki awaz per maa daudi chali aati thi aur meri chhoti si muskan se mano unki zindagi bnn.jaati thi, kaash wo pal firr laut aaye,
Jab raat ko papa ke aane ke intezar kuch alag sa hota tha aur unki laayi huyi chocolate khaane ko dill khoob machalta tha, kaash wo pal firr laut aaye,
Jab maa apne haatho se khana khilaati thi aur meri khushi ke liye aksar khud bhooki hi sojaati thi, kaash wo pal fir laut aaye ,
Jab market me naya khilona dekkhar mera dill khoob machalta tha aur mere b...
Two Halves That Make A Whole
He taught me how to speak,
She taught me when to remain silent...
He taught me how to fight back,
She, how to endure...
He taught me how to achieve,
She, how to give...
He taught me how to gain,
She, how to adjust...
He taught me how essential respect is,
She, the importance of love...
My Father taught me how to live,
My Mother, the art of existence...
He never thought something so small will transform his life forever.
Light fell upon the little face,
it was so pure with all grace.
Tiny fingers held his hand,
his heart was spellbound.
Putting aside his preferences he devotes his life to them.
Raised in rough situations he learnt life the hard way.
Though his words are harsh, his actions are the epitome of love.
A person you can always rely on.
A potter who can soften and mould you many times no matter how hard you think you are.
An artist who plays roles perfectly.
A mother he is, to the ones that have lost her.
Who trusts us and let us free but always has our back.
Whom we constantly look up to in amaze.
Remember Son, always keep your faith, is what father said to me. The error of man pre-dates time itself, the error of losing faith was always a repetitive mistake, in which no one learned from.
We are all brothers and sisters in this world, born and bred to live in peace and tranquility. You were made in my imagine he said, arms, legs, heart and soul. Not defined by skin, but by purpose.
You are all conduits, carrying the message of what's important. Life, love, structure and stability. But to forgive one for unspeakable acts, is a strength of character, a strength of father himself. But only father can judge himself.
I'll never lose faith, but todays day and age people have it so much b...
There's a man,
Who prayed for her,
Begged for her,
Every single night!
And when he got her,
Made her the centre of his universe,
Left no stone unturned,
To make her smile.
Whose world moved,
According to her moods...
There's a man,
Who cherished her,
In every possible way!
Who loves her,
More than you ever can...
And when you hurt her,
You wound him too!
For every tear she sheds,
Leaves a scar on his heart...
Before you take her for granted,
And how one day,
You too will be,
A FATHER of a GIRL!!!
You know I never really had a father. I mean yeah, I had my mother who played a father role as she carried on her role. And yeah I had uncles, older cousins, friends of my mom and my grandpa, but still, I never had a father. When I was younger, I thought I had one, but you see, he grew weary and ready for change. So as the seasons shifted, so did he, from one woman to another. Bringing not one but two beautiful boys into this world. And with those creations and new life with a new wife, there goes “that guy”. No love lost but no love gained. It was at that moment I realized I would never abandon my child. I wouldn’t be known as a deadbeat dad. I would never be “that guy”. I would never be ina...
He tells me Yes.
He never loves me less.
He wipes my tears.
He shields my fears.
He does his best.
He always cares.
A god's true blessing.
I'd like to say
That I was raised well
That I had
A good childhood
And was taught
All the right things
But I can't
Because I was raised
On liquor and lies
By a drunk
Who put the bottle
Ahead of anything else
And you wonder why
I'm so messed up. JD
*Vodka First* Father Part XXXIII
Have you ever wondered what type of old person you will be?
The kind when you go to supermarket and buy something and some old guy comes and tell you I tried that product and I tell you it’s good.
Will I give advice on products to random strangers
Or will you be the cranky old lady kind- shouting on everyone for everything just coz you like it
Or the cool kind telling your grand kids about what a hoe you were
Or the kind praying to lord and feeding grand kids like pigs to make them fat
कैसे मिलाऊ नजरे तुझसे मेरे बच्चे,
सोचा था इस बार तेरे फटे जूते बदल दूंगा।।
पर मेरी छोटी सी महिने भर की तन्ख्वाह ना जाने
क्युं इस सर्द रातो सी ठिठुर गई,
तेरी नन्ही ख्वाहिश को पूरा करने से पहले ही
दादी की दवाई,तो गुड्डी की फटी फ्रॉक मे ही बिखर गई। ।
कैसे मिलाऊ ये नजरें तुझसे मेरे बच्चे,
इस बार भी सोच रखा था तेरे फटे जूते बदल दूंगा,
पर तनख़्वाह आने से पहले ही
सर्द रातो की वो बारिश मे छत का टपकना।।
नही देख सकता तुम सब को यू रात भर ठिठुरते हुये।।।
कैसे मिलाऊ नजरे तुमसे मेरे बच्चे,
इस बार सोचा की तेरे फटे जूते बदल ही दूंगा,
घिस घिस कर तेरह घन्टे काम किया
महिने के आखिर मे तनख़्वाह संग कुछ पैसे आए।
खुश होकर निकला उस शाम बाज़ार, घर आने से पहले,
याद था मुझको लेने है पहले तेरे नए जूते।
अपनी ही धुन मे...
Na maior parte das vezes, durante o dia não tenho tempo para fazer o meu luto em condições. Limito-me a pensar no meu Nunum a toda a hora, e não a dar-lhe forças porque infelizmente já não o posso fazer, mas sim a pedi-las...é uma ausência insuportável, corrosiva demais para se alojar no peito de um humano. Todos os dias tenho arranjado um bocadinho do meu tempo para rezar à minha maneira, por ele. Sozinha, deito-me na cama, embrulho-me nos cobertores, desligo tudo, abro a janela e deixo a aragem entrar. E nesta parte sinto-o entrar, como se o chamasse e ele simplesmente viesse.
Este é o meu luto. Este é o meu culto à sua alma. Sei que vai demorar a passar este nó que se entranhou na minha ...