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A Father Mourns

My baby, daddy misses you
It is crazily lonely here
I swim in a big bad dream

Nothing I have to hold on to
My little finger hangs abandoned
By your sweet little fingers

My voice is hoarse of late
Your cradle being empty
Haven’t sung a lullaby, since

Where is the chirping bird?
I see nothing as pure as you
That glow in your pink cheeks

It is cold by day and by night
Come kiss my old beard
And hug me, hug me really tight

Summer’s pretty flowers wilted
I cared not a little bit, because
None of them can grace your hair

Reprimand me sometimes, please
For my drunken breath, with
Your adorable, wrinkling nose

I want to sleep, tired I am
But my chin won’t rest at all
So used to your tender curls

The child in me has vanished
With the light that left your eyes
Peace is nowhere in sight

I wished to catch the snowflakes
Just for you my dear, this winter
Delighting in your merry squeals

But here I find myself so numb
So hopeless, kneeling down
Brushing ice off your poor grave…

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Help! Parent on Facebook

No, marriage is not the dreaded thing anymore. Shoo! New monster on the block. The parent is on Facebook!

You must have surely heard this one. A boy posts a new status on Facebook. “Dad’s on Facebook. WTF” Dad naturally sees the post and asks, scribbling notes in his head, “What’s WTF son?” Son says, “Welcome to Facebook, dad!”

Remember how you almost gave up the habit of keeping a diary just because a parent found it so convenient to read through it and interrogate you about the stuff, most of which you didn’t share with them for a damn good reason?!

Well, mom casually announced, “I am on Facebook dear; added you; let me know when you accept it.” I went ballistic! Social media was a place I could express whatever I wanted to, I mean without having mom or dad raise eyebrows. Now it seemed a lot of eyebrow-raising would happen. I quickly went to work. Filter, filter, add to a list that’s not restricted enough to arouse suspicion, but allows only the lovely, adorable pictures and updates to be seen and like. Ha!

I went to that party and mom did not know; photo filter! I was with some friends she would probably mentally marry me off to, or forbid me from meeting; filter, filter!

A half hour later, I was wiping off sweat and wondering if I should review my changes. Bah, let it be. Just one person added and a custom filter set. Cool!

And then the unhappenable happened! One of my friends had tagged me and HER privacy settings were obviously non-functional. “I saw that photo of that disco. I didn’t know you went to such places. What will happen if xyz uncle/aunt sees these things about you?!” Excuse me, they are all getting on Facebook too? Boy! I give up! Mom, this is the kid you didn’t know you had!

Over the next few days, I see her faithfully liking every post she can see on my page, and saying innocent momly things like “Put on warm clothes or you will catch a cold”, or often assuming I actually wrote some fantastic article that I just happened to ‘share’ on my wall. She reposts my stuff on her wall saying ‘My daughter’s poem’, ‘My daughter’s picture’. Dozens of elderly ladies and gents immediately lavish praise all over her wall. And then send me friend requests. Sigh! I get to work, putting up a photos.com picture that says, “Keep calm and love mom.” One immediate like.

Thank God she hasn’t seen my blog yet. Let me take the chance to ask you all for pointers on how to politely turn off notifications because half my newsfeed is full of posts on God, kindness, cleanliness, babies, puppies, flowers, trees, the works! And the inevitable “Did you read that post of mine I posted an hour ago? Yes, not the one I posted half an hour ago, not even the one I posted just now.”

Help; I still want my mom to whip up goodies for me, boo hoo!

P.S. Parent on WhatsApp and the dreaded blue tick…deserves another post altogether!

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A Mother’s Joy

Words fail me,
As I gasp in delight
At how very cute you are
Arresting my heart
In seconds, oh
I am star-struck.

Hopping, running,
You frogmarch me,
Shaking my hand urgently
Spinning me round
Round and round
And tell me things

I not only hear you, but
Also feel to the core
A joy in my heart
At the way you hand me
Your treasured happiness

Like I am the only one
In the world
Worth sharing it with

No filters, no doubts,
Your soul is crystal clear
And I can see
Those eyes, they
Smile away at me.

A charming prospect
You make, with
Your sweaty face
In radiant hues
Like the glowing sun
Framed by messy hair
Damp with scent
I will love you
All my life.

Freeze this moment
Shine some more
Spin me round and round
Tell me those
Little stories again
In your innocent glee

Talk in parrot-abandon
Of all accomplishments
Like squirrel-spotting
Crayon artwork
Collected berries
And lost puppies.

Enchant me with
The crazy characters
That only a child can be
Make those gestures
Show me the trees
Mimic the buzzing
Of busy bees

How happy I am, child
To be in your world
Involved, welcomed,
Trusted, and loved

Spread your arms, honey
Spin me round again
I can never ever tire of this!
But if you want to play
In the dust once more
Sure you can, just
Kiss my cheek and run off,
And come back real soon.

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