A tribute to mothers, especially mine - "lights that guide us through the dark".
On myself, this tells a personal tale of my youth.
About babies and how they can soothe our hearts. For my mother Uma.
For my dearest friend whom I see like a brother.
A plea to cousins to treat each other well and accumulate good memories of "mischievous deeds and healthy fun".
For my mother - "with her at my side, the battle of life to fight, saves me from danger, my anchor in any plight"
Devotional - For Mahakala and Mahakali (the Primal Aspects) - Lord and Queen of TIME. "reveal themselves they do to a few - seers and saints in every hue - to instill in us a sense of direction - to stay the course".
On the death of my grandmother Vasantha whom we used to call Maa.
For my grandmother again - that carnatic vocalist of yester year. "music was in you its what gave your life soul - soul that rang true as a melody in a bowl".
I was thinking about my father and how often we'd like to "Go Back" in time, especially when as we grow, we find relationships with loved ones strained.
A somber reflection on death. "Precious is each minute and content he - Who fills each one with sixty seconds - Worth of distance run".
When I fought with a dear friend and asked "[Is there] No setting aside our cloak of bitterness?- Can you find it in your heart to forgive? - This madness that is my despair confounded".
On the strain in relationships. "Why do we lose so consistently - When there's angels among us - Seems everything weve ever known is here - I never wanted it to die". That last bit from GnR
Begins by addressing Tracey, a future love, but becomes an address for this friend I fell out with.
Wondering if I can ever be as cool as my father. "As time and again I realise he is the best of us - What can I say except papa I'll do my best in life".
Small bit of prose written on my father's last birthday
After losing my father
All i have to beis pliable at a well-wishers touch.
Me the apple of her eye,she certainly my tether.
Bless me father for i purport to build a field of dreams,i wish to srve with arms wide,so grant me your grace.
"I'm glad you won me over as you stood the test of years... I now let go of my fears and grow up, enriched by my tears"
It wasn't till the last four yearsthat i spoke of being broken upon the rocks of life,was when i sensed your strength.
One day I hope to understandwhat it is to be a father and also to take the loss of your near and dear ones and not be devastated.
There's things I never learnt to say or see but papa, I am grateful for all that I got from Thee.
let your dreams hold sway,be prepared to go the distancefor then will life have deep resonance.
Touch and tasteeach feeling and I promise you'll find that life is worth living.
A touching poem about my mother and how I ask her to "Grant a poet his place in dreaming of tomorrow"
About knitting memories inthe tapestry of lives,this poem tells of granny who lived through ww II but whose spirit remained unconquered till the end and who left me a number of things each of which rekindles a treasured moment
Another realization with regret that I can be a better son / nephew instead of neglecting / being gruff and terse. Ends with an imperative to "drop what your doing and show family LOVE not fuss"
I think of the years stretching in front of your grandchildren and know, that they will carry your spirit fierce through all their laughs and tears.