Dad...

I should not be writing this.
No body should write anything like this. But then there is God and you pretty much end up
doing everything you never wanted to.

It is downright horrible to write about loss.
Specially when that loss just leaves the mark,deep,always hurting,always green.
In those morsels of food,in those gatherings,those words,clothes everything.

I do not know how will I ever cope up with loss of someone around whom my life revolves.
Hope I never have to,and no one else has too...its naive I know...


And I stare in mirror dad,
Reflection a little weird,something amiss,
No one to protect me against all that is bad,
No one in whose arms will I find that bliss.

I so want to be scolded today,please...take you time
Promise, I wont run to mom,wont hide today,
Want to hear all that was unsaid,over that phone line,
For all those years,wish I could hear,wish I could say

You taught me to stand,holding my fingers in your big hand,
Remember?You showed me how to throw that cricket ball?
But you forgot to tell,where do I find you in some distant land.
There I am,consoling,but inconsolable,looking at my phone,hoping,may be you would call..

For you were always there,and I hoped status quo,
But not fair na,I am still waiting,so sure you would come,
Come near my bed, see me sleeping,smile and go,
Tonight,I would just pretend to sleep,for I want to see you smile dad,please daddy,wont you come???


PS : For our friend Sid....we know Sid we cant truly fathom what you feel now but we are there...