Somewhere between My Dad Knows everything and Dad you know Nothing I grew Up
Somewhere between My Dad is A Super hero and Dad you are a total Failure I grew Up
Somewhere between Dad please tell me a bedtime story and Dad will you Please keep your mouth Shut I grew up
Somewhere between I’m Daddy’s Princess and Dad you are no less than a Villain I grew Up
Somewhere between I Love My Dad and Dad,, I just Hate you I grew up...
Somewhere between Dad, Can I play snakes on your mobile and Dad don’t you dare touch my iPhone I grew up
Somewhere between innocence and ignorance I grew up
re-winding the memories
I don’t remember getting hurt ever in childhood,, maybe because I forgot my father carried me on his shoulders.
I don’t remember crying over a piece of chocolate ,, Maybe because I forgot that my father always stuffed my pockets with all types of candies
I don’t remember standing second any time, maybe because I forgot My father always choose the best for me..
My father,, the Man who selflessly loved Me No matter what. DAD
Like every second teenager I too had issues with my father…
He wanted me to be practical and stay on ground, but i was busy exploring the new-found wings…
Days changed into Months,,,
My opinions proved me wrong
My mother turned helpless unable to take sides
and My father turned old..
But his love unchanged.
I was lost trying to mend the irreparable mistakes I made,,,
every time to tried to fill one pit of my life another smiled at me, Mocking me,, “Had you listened to your father back then???”
every time I failed, i felt like giving up and running back to him, for i know he would not reject me Like I did,
I know Im a black mark to him, who he would acknowledge a beauty spot though,,
I wanted to prove myself,, to the world, to Him and most importantly Me…
running behind the things I kicked once, I lost track of time, the feeble bridge between me and my dad dissolved with time,
there is an added mile to travel now, but I was confident, When things get their place, my father would be there smiling at me…
every night when I failed, I rehearsed how I would apologize my father for the times i was rude, and imagine how he would excuse me with that smile and give me that Magical HUG forgiving me…
every night I imagined crying in my father lap, saying sorry and begging his pardon,,
every night I imagined him forgiving me and giving me that one Hug,,,
it was more than a decade, he hugged me
years – we exchanged pleasant words
and Months – we got to see each other…
that night like always i was crying for all the times i hurt my father, when My mother called up Stating “Dad Is NO More…”
I know I was Sentenced a Punishment for another Lifetime to Deal with,,
My Punishment,,, to live that the guilt of hurting my father, and die without given a chance to seek forgiveness…and cry each night wishing “had I hugged him,one last time”
We do blunders in teenage knowingly or unknowingly, but they never leave our side, by choice…
So this fathers week,, keep everything aside,,
turn into 5year Old again,, call daddy the superHero,, Hug him,, shout out you love him..
because this Life plays wicked games sometimes…
“This father’s day, I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the#HugYourDad activity at Blogadda a in association with Vicks“
“What are you???” I blinked at the Stranger resembling an Everest of Optimism
Okay, may be not Everest but definitely K2, equally boundless..
“Human.. Aren’t you?” raising a self doubt he dissolved in dark
Humans- are we??
Where is the Humanity…
and why is this guilt smudging when addressed a Human???
What are we???
Animals? No, there are better species to define that word.
Monsters? Probably.
we’re just dog-shit destructive, catastrophic and disastrous..
Humans aren’t we!!!
Are We???
Fathers death Cut-down the lights of Happiness
Mothers world beamed in Black.
Future of siblings seemed Dark..
Teenage Her Choose to be a Candle
Illuminating their Gloom, yet Sacrificing Her Self,,,
Radiating their Lives in the Nights of Red-Light
Hai,,, Im- who cares!!!
my mind never rests. these thoughts never pause. result- this blog
I don’t know, if anyone reads, coz I never experienced ears to my words…
read- good
Don’t read- Great..
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