Being a dad

 Flowing back, flowing forth

tired eyes counting ten little toes

Those Hands of precision 

fixing the crib

Lips rounded with 

lullabies sweet

Measured steps helping the wobbly feet 

shoulders becoming July 4 fireworks’ elevated seat

The joyous finger pointing to the multicolor rainbow arc on the sky 

The liquid shadow 

running along as the novice bicycle pedals by

The alert figure sitting on the passenger seat

the nervous, bitter joy watching his teenager behind the wheel

Your Prattles stammering history, 

punctuated, pidgin grammars 

Dipped in motivational mentors’ mastery

You fill lingering lazy weekends

Sometimes with hard rock, sometimes with country

And  balance budget equations with sheer wizardry

You Whisper history in ears 

while pouring color on an empty canvas

Your Soft words full of care,

crowded with tough vowels in a rasp throat

Keeping us out of trouble, up and afloat

While A theater of dreams deep in flight, runs in front of your eyes

A Heavy lifting Back pronounces your height 

When you whistle a long forgotten lullaby

Your sweat scented with nameless cares and chores intensifies

Clowning and stilt dancing “what, why hows of life’s challenging pronouns

You proudly dissolve your name to make “Dad” your proper noun

This poem is dedicated to all hard working dads out there, who usually don’t get to bask in the glory of metaphors and poetic verse.

smile, calmness and sometimes a tough look is what makes a dad your best friend 

A mother’s symphony

  In the symphony of your growth,

From coos to babbles,

From grunts to giggles,

Each milestone a melody,

Sung with the innocence of your laughter.

I watched you crawl,

Then trot and race,

Each step a dance of discovery,

And in your unfiltered joy, I found solace.

Swiftly you grew,

My heart tangled in frets and fondness,

Yet every day, I held onto moments,

Cherishing the fleeting grace of your laughter.

You learned to navigate your paths,

Seeking guidance amidst confusion's haze,

Rising, falling, then rising once more,

Each stumble a lesson, each triumph a tale.

Now, with wings unfurled, you stand poised,

Ready to soar amongst the stars,

And as I watch, smile, and adore,

I loosen my grip, letting you fly.

But within me, the seeds of love and care,

Continue to bloom and grow ,

A perennial garden, nurturing your journey,

Even as you blaze your own trail.

But should the burdens of life ever weigh heavy on your shoulders,

And the shadows of doubt dim your path,

Know that you have a home with open doors,

A sanctuary where love eternally resides.

And arms that will always embrace you,

For no matter where your adventures may lead,

This home will forever be your anchor in the storm.

So go forth, my beloveds, with courage in your hearts,

And determination blazing in your eyes,

For the world awaits your unique brilliance,

And I am here, cheering you on, every step of the way.

Adios Winter!

Weakened by thy atrocity,

Brittle trees plead mercy.

Glass of Ice frame leaves of Pine,

Waiting for thawing Sun to shine.

Birds stumble, clueless branches crumble

As blaring winds come aghast with a rumble.

Barren nature stiff with thy wrath

Ground frozen as a cold rain aftermath.

Tiny critters  helplessly craving ,

nibbling remains and still saving.

Black ice drapes the asphalt,

Bringing life to a screeching halt.

Morns shiver and nights tremble,

as winter goes on with its ensemble.

Long have been days of frost and freeze,

Winters hijacked spring’s pleasing breeze.

Chills filter in with a winter gloom

As we wait anxiously for spring bloom.

Kids restless to be out and about,

Be on swings or catch summer trout.

Adios Winter! Eager we are to say,

Move on to show spring its way

The little creature burning bright

In the pitch- black of a moonless night,

From the woods travels a beautiful sight,

Rising from the deep to reach height,

Mesmerizing children and the wise,

Emitting  soft, radiant light.

Years wrap up and fold backwards,

I remember I had caught one,

Between my little hands,

And would peek from the finger-gaps

To see the little creature burning bright.

Slowly, I would open up fingers,

Only to let it go as it flickers

To see winged luminous light,

Nurtured by nature to be a night guide

Creating a halo with flawless free flight.

Revolting against the dark of the night.

Autumnal Equinox

It tip-toed,
quietly across the celestial equator,
whispering a fond adieu to summer,
smiling at the fall’s first chill
showing its camaraderie with
Saturday downpour that shaked leaves.
As the hands on the clock,
melting the day and night together,
knit a full circle on the face of time,
declaring the autumnal equinox,
the Sun merges due West under horizon.

Beautiful times of the year ahead
In my neck of the woods as
Nature explodes in vibrant colors of
yellow, orange, purple and red.
leaves begin to drop off the trees,
its time for kids to jump into leaf beds.

Warm apple cider and pumpkin pies
Pamper the taste buds and stay on minds
The breezy nights begin to linger longer,
Aspens tremble with the changing weather
And woodland critters store for long haul of winter

The child in me is happy
To see the sight of hay stacks,
ripe apples in the orchards,
morning frost on the pumpkins and the
smell of firewood burning in neighborhood
wakes up my free autumn spirit.

September, 22, 2013

Waiting for the Toothfairy

Waiting for the Toothfairy 

Toothfairy has an appointment today,
I hope she easily finds the way.

Under my pillow, in a little pocket,
lies what came loose out of the socket.

Away with her, she will take
A new one to replace it, she will make.

I wonder what the dainty little fairy brings
when in misty dawn,she comes on her wings.

not to wake me up, she will try,
but can I peek a little to just say Hi!

I know, her unsaid promise she will keep,
off to bed, right in time, I go to sleep.

An Instance………….

She was there, totally lost and busy.

Moving up-down, left-right and across

How can I deny, she did inspire me?

Carefully knitting her web, as tender as moss

I sat idle, sipping coffee, my eyes open and lit

Discovered she was employee, she the employer.

The little business girl’s only inventory, her spit

Indigenously she wove it with great splendor.

She made me feel belittled, though so little.

It’s strange for hours I watched a spider.

With her appendages weak and feeble

She boldly taught me to live as a leader.

But envying her absolute independence

I ruthlessly crushed her in next instance.