As i was growing up, papa always said 'Sky is the limit. But sky is limitless. Define your own limit.'
He is my idol and my strength.
Love you papa!
He waited holding back strongly the entire drive home leaving his books in the passenger side.
The slamming door thrown by his hands stopped on footsteps that lead to the the attic.
His low budget office.
Her hiding spot.
Her most favorite place.
His that soon became theirs.
Retrieving his favorites and running up.
Triangular, tiny, scrappy, paint chipped off, hidden with framed pictures.
A ravens desk with a Manila lamp and dozens of cleansed decorative used plastic coffee cups.
His office. Her first place to look for him in His
sanctuary. Their sanctuary.
His gaze stops down at the spot stained with clay petite handprints when she tripped from running...
He is lost
And never knows
He is coming or going
And even if he did
He wouldn't know
How to get there
Is a series
Of blank maps
And well traveled
Now soggy and illegible
And this pretty much
Sums up his life. JD
*Lost* Father Part XXXIII
#BlankMaps #AprilFalls #PoetryChallenge
He's off his rocker
From all the drowned brained cells of
Living in bottles.
*Drowned* Father Part XXXII
#rocker #CMNounChallenge #WritingPrompts
Almost 11 months...
Yet, when reality hits, it hits like an unexpected giant tide...
Some dreams were wished to become a reality and, there's reality that I truly wish did not exist...
How awesome it would be if everything were just a dream and I wake up from this to run towards him and he would be standing right there to embrace me like he always did...
"Time heals", "The show goes on" are certain phrases that I hear everyday these days... True, but the forced acceptance is suffocating at times...
"Whenever I watch any superhero movies, there's a voice deep inside that looks at them and says, you guys are nothing compared to my dad"...
I miss you Appa. You've taken a part of me with you ...
Realizing the love of our parents when they're around is an absolute blessing...
Else, it would only be a life filled with guilt...
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...