Sunday, June 20, 2021

Fathers and Sons

You were not wildly ambitious, you spent a lot of time with me, 
You were an average guy out in the world, but to me you were special and all that could be.
You sent me to schools that were above our class, and I was grateful as well as pained,
That my father was merely a teacher, I kept secret, lest I be mocked and shamed.

My love for you has grown over time, and respect has increased further fold,
That you made food for me, while mom used to commute, was ahead of its time and bold.
It has taken me a while to realize, that success is not what its claimed to be,
The depth of our bond, the way you shaped me, is your achievement, there for all to see. 
 
I am a father now, trying to walk in your shoes, said goodbye to a well-paying job, 
Giving my gift of time, but no more tangible stuff, did I just his childhood rob?
While earlier he could say with pride in his class, my father is a so and so,
Talking about your father, who has no permanent gig, is now a strict no no.
 
Life has come full circle, I hope he'll realize one day,
The need to keep his ambitions in check, and make time with his child to play.
 
 
 


Writing Dilemma - Part II

Who are you, if you do not write?
You are a poet or not, isn't it black or white?
I'm kinda, I'm sorta, I also ran,
I pen a few poems when I can.

Once in a blue moon, I get hit by the muse,
Not able to pen at will, whats the use?
I'll bare myself out, when I have something to say,
Wont a daily writing regime, instead save my day?

Hunched on my desk, struggling for words, doesn't seem right,
Not flowing from the depths, the poem will come back to bite.
I can force myself to craft a beauty, can I give it a soul? 
Weaving emotions from thin air, won't it take a toll?

I try to be scientific in my approach, creating a lot in the hope, there will be a work of art,
Inspired by humdrum events of the day, the poems will be humdrum - I don't get that part!