Saturday, November 22, 2008

MY IDEAL,FRIEND AND GOD::MY DAD

As a sibling,i was dull;
Among the books,always lull.
Those years were sad;
And i felt bad.

Teachers frequently called my parents for meeting;
I felt like they wanted me for eating.
Everywhere i had to face the music;
All seemed ugly,and the life was so tragic.

But something made it worth living;
There was pain,but something was soothing;
It was my Dad's hand on my shoulders,in the evening.

He said "you are my best son.
your brain is dull,but your fault is none.
A time would come,your brain would be bright as sun;
And proudly would i say,this is my son."

Slowly all my feelings died;
Except for my Dad which deep resides.

Every evening my Dad says,
"To practice focus lets play chess."
We played few matches,till Mom made it a mess.
I lost every game,and after each he said,
"How hard you tried! How good you played!
From my hands,the next game would certainly be swayed."

He said"I have some dreams for you;
I wont tell you ,but watch you make them true."
I never know,what is his dream;
But i feel like i live for them.

From class 7th my life changed;
I tried harder, and my results gained.
I am an atheist,but i have heard;
"Things impossible can be done only by god."
If this is so, my Dad is my god.

For its impossible for a dull boy who detained even in class two;
To reach a place so good and new;
Where reach only talented and still so few.

Over here for an exam,i tried for weeks and i tried hard;
Still yesterday my maths exam passed so bad;
My spirits were fallen,i felt so sad.
At that time i remembered none of my friends except my Dad;
I had no option but to call my Dad.
With my voice griefstruck with sorrow,i told him what occured had.
A bit upset yet soothingly he asked;
"what do you think?'failed' or 'passed'?"
I said truly " i am certainly 'passed';
But the grades can go as bad as D."

He said" you are my best son.
Your luck went tough,but your fault is none.
A time will come,your luck will be good.
And you would not have to depend on me or anyone else for clothes,shelter and food."

He further said "i still have some dreams for you.
I wont tell you,but watch you make them true."
I never would know ,what is his dream;
But i feel like,I live for them.

11 comments:

Anamay said...

welcome !!!
what a post to begin with...
It really touched me somewhere inside.Right from my school days I used to appreciate the craziness and originality of your thoughts, when everybody else laughed.

Keep Blogging...

Apoorv said...

WOW...really a heart rendering poem...
touched my heart....
its a classic ..just like u...
u r unique nd so is ur poem...
full marks for the job..well done keep it up...
hope d next 1 comes soon..

Ankit Bhandari said...

hello brothr kya composer hai yar tu
tuje to literature dept. mai bhej dete hai galti se aa gaya ahi yaha IT mai
lol
ab kam ki bat bata
kaha se mari......

khushboo said...

nic work yaar.... never knew u wre dis gud in writin...nywaz it bears d apt feel.... n certainly stirs evry1 up whoz reading ....n its really gud 2 kno dat sum 1 is still thr whoz writin on dad.....wich each 1 of us hav forgotten....at least 2 b mentioned in blog!!!........ was a cmpltly new topic... hope dis gud work continues!!!!!!!well done!!!

awarahoon said...

bhai aap to phod diye...........hume tanik bhi khabar nahi lagne di ki hamare beech itna bada fankaar rehta hai.........

Unknown said...

a must read 4 vry1 who boasts f loving 4 his/her dad.......a masterpiece or rather say .............a fatherpiece..............love u dude

u fetched me bck 2 ma old days ............nopes..........wrongly said..........u made me retrospect ma past........live ma present ........and plan ma future wth DAD.......oh shit! again wrong...my papa in every frame wth me ..........my eye's r wet.............and lips trembling........

Thnx........though u should have written it long back. . . .bt i'm glad u didn't wait further........now waiting 4 sm more family and friend pieces......atleast I wll b in 1 of them

ALPESH CHAURASIA said...

ankit dil choo liya tumne ...
isiliye mai tumhara kayal hu...
yaar dats why i luv u..
lovely work my dear.

Unknown said...

mast yaar ye work padh ke tera fan naaa AC ban gaya yaar.kab se re??sahi hai boss tere thoughts me originality hai sach accept karta hai jo bade kum log karte hain ek khaas jagah par pahuchne ke baad.anyway mere liye toh tu aaj bhi wohi aapna "BABURAO" hi hai.

lohit matani said...

A really heart rendering compose by a known friend.
I thought these kind of people lie somewhere in sky,but hey,they are around me.

Everything was absolutely a beautiful blend of emotions,family love,childhood days and inspiration.

But yeah,something can be extrapated.Never remember your failures and show them to others.
Just forget them as a bad dream and

"KEEP MOVING FORWARD"

Unknown said...

so this is the most touching composition i hv read in recent past.i was very close 2 u in our school days so dis poem touched me as i could transform every lines into reality.literally speaking i had tears in my eyes
HATS OFF TO U MY FRND.
u really r an insipiration for many others
and i m really inspired by ur composition

Unknown said...

great poem!!!!really its too emotional & nostalgic.i never knew dat u can write such a fantastic poem.everyone of us respect & love their dad,bt its really nice to see that u have penned down ur emotions in such a nice way.