Always young – my father, my friend

The man of details
Full of imagination
always thinking
always young

The best is not enough
For the seeker of best
always new
Always young

The myths imagined or created
Story teller recreates the epics
Always spectacular
Always young

Deligent and meticulous
Order, is the purpose
Always neat
Always young

Unwilling to share worries
But always worrying for us
Always a friend
Always young

Thanks Achan, for being you
The charming
The handsome
And forever young

The moment arrives

Fleeting moments
Riding the rush of the river
Uncertain drops,
Merging with the flow

Turbulent yet confined
Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t”
Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon,
benovalence is just a show

The froth explains the churn
between the Will and the Fear
the Will loses, alas
Restrained passion, stays in tow

It ain’t over yet
Says a stubborn drop.
It leaps over the froth,
Puts up a spectacular show

What could not, has been done.
It’s moment has arrived,
The drop soars bright
It has found its own glow

Amma (mother)

For her, life is people,
In her priorities
She
comes last

Her heart does the thinking,
She feels for all,
Her own feelings
come last

Her memories are us
Her messages, sometime remind us to remember
Her ownself??
she forgets fast

She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake
Each one’s likings comes first
Her aches
comes last

She is our identity
She is Amma
Happy birthday Amma
have a blast