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I walk down through my memory lane, Not too far off, just till the day when I recognized you, Daddy, you are my hero in merry and pain, Your index finger that I held during the walks on dew, The little stories that you said of kings and queens, I remember even the whacks that you gave for my future, So many memories daddy, that has made me what I am now, Many a good things that you had for me went unseen, You are my first admirer for all the little poems I author, You have always been the source for me to feel endow. Daddy, you are my guide for me to learn this world, In every walk of life, I have felt your strong shoulder safeguarding, You have been with me whenever my dreams whirled, And always told me that there would be something better waiting, Dawn to dusk I have bathed in your love, Like a prodigal daughter unfathomed, I have brushed you aside, But yet like a guardian angel you have always bestowed blessings, You have always been there for me and so no one shoved, Dad, with you

Dog and I have not much difference, Both of us stand waiting, Not for showers of rain, Or blessings from heaven, But for a piece of Dosa, That the small road-side vendor would throw, The anticipation was would victory be mine or dog’s, If it be dog’s, he would put it on the road and eat, If mine I would give to my kid there on the platform. Everyday this is my routine, My tough war with the brown dog, I have no strength to shoo him away, And grab the bounty thrown by the vendor, I leave my kid on the platform waiting with hunger, If a Dosa change shape or become burnt, Me or the dog is in luck, We wait eagerly looking at the vendor’s hand, There are days when the vendor never has a mishap, When both me and the dog curse our luck. Today might not be so, Praying all the God’s that I know, I was sitting along with the dog, Looking carefully at the vendor’s hands, For a long time there was no luck, Suddenly hearing the screech of the pan, I was assured a burnt dosa, With all concentration

I wake up before the Sun, And get ready to join my father, After a long walk with my silent dad, We pass through a park, Where we stop to begin our routine, My friend Rahul and his dad jog past us, I hear him whisper to his dad, “He is my classmate” And his father, replied “Don’t talk to such boys”, Unmindful of what we heard, I help my dad, We finish our work on that spot and move on. Hot scorching Sun doesn’t stop my dad nor me, We walk bare footed on the hot tar road, Passing one destination after the other, As we walk our bags become heavier and heavier, Watching my dad walk unmindful of the weight, Had made me also bear everything, From the comments to the weight of my bag. We stop by on a road side shop for lunch, Just opposite to the busy road, Is a small restaurant, which my dad dotes on, He says one day he has to have a cup of coffee there, It would not cost more than five rupees, But just that he would not think of spending that amount for himself, Heat of the Sun doesn’t alt

It is my first date, Heart filled with excitement about the thought, Pounding for unknown fear, With my makeup concealing beads of sweat, Shivers every part of my nerve, I stood cold. I know you well my date, You are like a bee, At the moment enticed by my nectar, You will quickly move, When another little honey-laden maiden invites, Yet I love you. This unknown feeling deep down me, Inexpressible yet a deep pain, Like a magician and his girl, Deep down my throat you insert a sword, Unaltered is my trust in you, For I know you well. Mystic is my ways to you, You are like a Dracula, Tonight you entice me, To the ever lasting tunes of pleasure, Tomorrow you may not be mine, For many a maiden awaits you. I relish today, For you are my date, This moment is mine, I am not bothered about tomorrow, For today you are mine, And I shall cherish it. You are my date this day, I know it is a wild date with death, For when you step on to another choice, My life would deceit me, I would mingle with d

As I sit down to key in a thought, which has been running in my mind for ages together, I am thinking of many people who would have crossed all these jerks and settled happily in their cozy coffins, deep down the earth, with a completion of all the jerks that they might have undergone in life. Now what do I call as jerks in life? Pondering on this thought. For a kid who is just 10 years old, his mother’s advice on behavior and dad’s advice on life would be a big jerk or a jolt. He would find it tough to undergo such things in life, for him, his parents are just a big bore who, keep on advising things to him. Hardly does he understand that it is for his own life that they have been advising him on. For that kid at that age it is a jerk, when his dad catches hold of him and starts on his big lecture on life and future, he would seem like an alien from an UFO. Well this is on the lighter side. Creeping into the hard mysteries of life, the jerks that we meet up in life. For example things