Misty Musings
Misty Musings
Washed by the soft golden light of dawn
Rinsed to sparkle by erring cloudlet in morn
Peals of happy-go-lucky laughter abound
Grandpa’s house echoed such gleeful sounds
Deeply embedded in halcyon days of summer
Golden months away from home sans murmur
Kite flying and exploration is every dark cranny
Ever chided and cajoled by a frail doting granny
Those horse and buggy rides to the park
Rivalry with cousins and siblings sparks
Amidst sounds of cow moos n mews n barks
Always on the lookout for more daring larks
Bitten by the muse held many impromptu shows
Amidst sudden outbursts of furious raging rows
Calming gentler tones of elders to mollify n cow
All come rushing to fore in pleasurable waves now!!
Those lazy crazy days of gone by summers
Knock on memory’s door in soft murmurs
Foggy mind n misty eyes recall times sublime
If only we could go back in time often times
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Originally Published: June 23, 2009
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Gentle Giant
Gentle Giant
Fragrant rosemary n thyme
Folding lacy curtain of time
Memories full bodied robust
Pleasure me like heady wine
Doting loving softie father
Vigilant awesome caregiver
Plying with goodies forever
Calming during childhood fever
Tonics, vitamins salves ointments
No bones, body parts or ligaments
Escaped his gimlets in growing years
Stunted growth being his one main fear
Generous hearted bookish dreamer
Teaching mental calisthenics forever
Romancing the word his riding passion
Joy of numbers n word in me he fashioned
Childhood twinkling mementos abound
Perched on shoulders of his tall lithe form
Republic Day lights n parades did astound
His guidance did my personality transform
Alas in childhood as a bundle of energy
Took my loving dad always for granted
A piggybank with mostly unlimited funds
Financing our yearly vacations n then some!!
Wish I had had the foresight to acknowledge
And give him a bear hug n a heartfelt thank you
But as luck would have it, we couldn’t be with him
When a heart attack robbed him without our adieu
Our hearts broke and shattered in many pieces
Realizing how much he mattered to us in reality
Parents are our reservoir of strength n benevolence
Needing many a dose of reciprocal filial love, timely
A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be.
Anonymous
Clever father, clever daughter; clever mother, clever son.
Russian Proverbs
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
William Shakespeare
Children suck the mother when they are young and the father when they are old.
English Proverbs
Men sooner forget the death of their father than the loss of their patrimony.
Niccolo Machiavelli 1469-1527, Italian Author, Statesman
All the learnin’ my father paid for was a bit o’ birch at one end and an alphabet at the other. – George Eliot British, Author
Becoming a father isn’t difficult, but it’s very difficult to be a father.
Wilhelm Busch German, Artist
(pictures are from internet- not mine)
(pictures are from internet- not mine)
Originally Published: June 21, 2009
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CAULDRON
Life is accepting what is and working from that -Gloria Naylor American, Novelist
Originally Published: June 18, 2009
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Cherished Moments
Cherished Moments
descending
aged steps
mind irreverent
chilling waters
Swirling furiously
uneasiness
million throngs
variegated chants
oft bewildering
cynical
questioning
know it all
urged
coaxed
cajoled
protesting
reluctant
half-hearted
toe dipped
in Ganga
eureka!!
ecstasy throes
no more woes
cares shorn
hair standing on end
mind no longer hellbent
Whole being suffused in joy
to rein in relentless march of time
willingly would’ve parted with every dime
TO FREEZE those rapturous moments of mine
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Note: for all people from India- the River Ganges is holy and its water, nectar
(p.s.: every time I take a dip in the Holy Ganges at Haridwar, UP, India
my mind simply opens up and I get a wondrous experience of the cosmos- it has happened a few times- was scared at first but have learnt to enjoy it)
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(My old Favourite Song On Precious Moments)
THREE DEGREES
WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN
17/08/1974 – 2 weeks at #1 – 16 weeks on chart
Hoowoo, Haaaa
Haaaa, Hoowoo
Precious moments
When will I see you again
When will we share precious moments
Will I have to wait forever
Will I have to suffer and cry the whole night through
When will I see you again
When will our hearts beat together
Are we in love or just friends
Is this my beginning or is this the end
When will I see you again
(When will I see you again)
When will I see you again
Haaaa, Hoowoo
Precious moments
Are we in love or just friends
Is this my beginning or is this the end
When will I see you again
(When will I see you again)
Sweet sweet love of mine
(When will I see you again)
When will I see you again
(When will I see you again)
When will I see you again
Originally Published: June 16, 2009
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Aborted Crush!!
Love’s first tangle was a brush
Just an itty bitty tender crush
Callow age of mid teens gangly
Churning emotions clothes dangly
Frequent secretive trips to view self
Cauldron of sudden emotional propels
Object of fixation seemed a Demi god
Oblivious nearby neighbor into self bod
Standing at the bus stop often in rain
My crush did give me lifts again n again
It was a mere neighborly act of goodwill
Bro’s best friend he was, stirring heart still
His heart actually belonged to a sexy red siren
A beauty that many coveted as she was foreign
His ignorance of my pain was my life’s bane
His purring love affair I had to simply disdain
Thus my first crush was stillborn and aborted
Rueful heart panged as his Russian bike snorted!!
My first crush was Spock. I thought it didn’t get any better than Spock.
Selma Blair American, Actress
Originally Published: June 15, 2009
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