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".
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
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.
Written on All Soul's Day after a visit to my father's grave. For grieving families everywhere.
Planned selection of prayers and my own "Harmony" prayer - unspoken at Hussain Day, Bangalore
Written as I painfully miss my dad and want to have him back so we can both "serve humanity" as we individually strove to do so.
For my parents - "So fragile our dreams when we know not the way... Today, I am cleansed and freed of a self neglecting past"
In this poem about my father's fear of discussing death, I begin to make a case for Euthanasia - something I've believed in for more than a decade.