My Dad !

Me Missing you Dad so much today. Raat ke 3 baje woh chat pe bitaye 2 ghante aap ke saath bahoot yaad aa rahe hai. I wish aap abhi mere saath yaha hote. Dad can you hear my aawaaz ! Woh kitni acchi tarah jante hai mujhe....I'm eagerly waiting 4 meeting you again.. Holidays kab aayenge ??????

“Do you want to talk?” he asked when he sat next to me. I think he already knew the answer to the question and wasn’t surprised when I chose to say nothing at all. For hours we sat together waiting for rising d sun as our thoughts shifted with the breeze. Every once in a while he would look over at me and smile in a way that let me know everything would be all right. Every once in a while I would look over at him and see nothing but sincerity.

If you asked me now why I was sad and alone that day, I couldn’t tell you. All I can remember is my father’s hand on my shoulder, his gentle smile, and the calm reassurance that turned away my fears. No matter what happened I knew he would be always there for me just as he was then. Two hours of his time gave me wisdom beyond my years and the joy of his compassion in everything he does for me is one of the few that will never ever fade.

I Love U Dad ! I love You So much.........

:) Aaapki Sheenu

What a Fate !

Someone beckoned me one day

It was my Pen

I looked at it for a sec

Failing to recognize it

It has been so long that I had used it

After the mouse entered my life

It is just clicks and tabs I had seriously forgotten

The thrill of pages getting filled with words

Of the Ink romancing the Pen

I tried writing…

But my fingers failed to lend me support

Making my handwriting look distorted and alien

Nostalgia seeped in…

I had adored the pen so much

The first day I got it

And now it seemed to be asking me

Was I worth only this?

I looked at it and smiled sadly

Sad at the thought of its fate

Yet happy at the thought of some joyful memories-

Memories of the time

When the pen was my best friend

Through whom I would pour my heart out

In any paper that I would find

At least I have these memories

For who knows?

The future generation

May just not know what a pen is!!!