Father’s Song

The road was long

The journey into the night tough

So many we have lost along the way

Yet so many we have in turn gained

Though we split at the last junction behind

You got taken away when I needed you so bad

You were my standing shoulder

A rock I could rest upon

A water I drank

But like the god who flew too close to the sun

You left – gone too soon, so sudden

You will be missed

I will carry on still

With your grace, your love

Someday we will meet again

In time I will let go of this pain

Ever to walk tall in your shade

Until then, rest father. Rest.


The Sea

All land ends at the sea:

All matter, including non-living

The sea was our birth

In death, after all joy, sorrow and pain is spent

The sea then beckons us to return

Recycled like a hurricane’s eye

Who knows what next we will become

Would we even care at all?


One day, and it is coming,

Just like the northern strong winds

I will become old and grey

Skin shrivelled and brain senile

Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand

And reminisce more about the past:

Did I love you enough?

Did I play with the kids often?

Did we smile and laugh a lot?

Just as we were there to bury our Dead

When we too become dead

Who will pick up the burden to bear?

So many questions

My mind grows weary with fear

This cup of tea is getting warm

Like me seated here by the fireplace alone

While outside it has started to snow.

A Song to Myself


Today I wrote a song to myself

Nobody else was invited

These walls shield my music

These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .

Today I did away with you from my mind

I can only drink your wine too much

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings

Become revelers at my wake . . .

Today the sun did not come out to play

It was the first day all over again

I walk the wilderness alone

All I have for company is my shadow . . .

This is a song to myself

Dark and bleak, so it seems

I hear Rama crying for her lost son

How was it to know it was me all along.