Who Cares… Who’s Real?

We heard Laila o Laila
play on the FM.
As the drums
did the rolls
Me and my daughter
play our ‘guess who’ game.

“Do you know…
Who is the drummer?”,
I ask.
“I don’t know”,
she says
“It’s ‘Amjad Khan’
I answer, to score a point.

But she says
that’s only in the movie
Who was the Real drummer?
I said…
Who cares!!!
… Who’s Real??

The taste of the moment

The skillet of cast iron
Harness the heat
ingredient blend in proportion
spices sinking deep

Each bit done for the craving mouth
nothing goes waste
expressed on the grateful tongue
That we know as the taste

Taste lies
not in the fire
That heats

Nor in the skillet
That suffers the heat

Nor in the ingredients
That is cooked

Nor on the tongue
That tastes

Taste lies
In the moment
that bring it all together

Taste lies
in the hand that stirs
That blends the family together

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