It Was Love When # 4

It Was Love When

when you fall down,

there is nothing bright,

he holds you upright,

stands firmly by you

in the dark of the night,

makes sure, he is always in sight

‪#‎fatherlylove ‪#‎childshero

~karan

Haiku # 4 - Dial of Memories

Fourth day of this year’s National Poetry Writing Month. Today’s prompt was a challenge you to write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station. Here’s a little springtime example of my own concoction, inspired by what I hope turns out just to be hay-fever or a free prose.

Brother

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on 1^st September and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Brother -

He was gifted to me by parents when I was just four. I am sure when he was born I would have been delighted beyond limits and my happiness would have known no boundaries. I don’t remember it all now as I was all but four. He was and is the jewel of the family being not just the youngest kid but the youngest member of our huge joint family. He was loved, pampered and spoiled as kid but has always been well mannered, obedient and dutiful child.

Father

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts today and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Father –

Father is a man in relation to his child or children as defined by the dictionary.

But in literal meaning the person giving meaning to this word is way more than just a male parent. For me he is the one who not only gave me life but also thought me living. From petty issues to the cyclonic challenges life has thrown at me, he has guided me through it all. He has stood by me like a rock. He has rallied all his energies around me and had always made sure I have come out safe. For me he is my only hero and he is my role model. Brought up in humble circumstances, from starving to selling fruits and vegetables at fairs he had done it all. But never once did arrogance enter him even after he made it big all by his own.

55 Fiction # 11

My 18^th B’day

Today I turned 18”

Postman was at the door at his usual hour,

There was a letter for me, with anxiety I opened, it read

     “To my dearest son

     collect your new bike keys

     from the address at the back”

                                    -  Paa

             

Looking heavenwards I thank him, for he had it all planned but his demise

           

                                                        KARAN