May 17 is my late Father’s birthday. He left his near and dear ones 11 years back. I feel like writing a few words….
Into the abysmal void of creation
You vanished in need of integration
Rolling the dice of my years with you
I reminisce on the principles that bound you
Never a harsh word neared your tongue
Never the anger touched your mind
Never the truth relaxed out of tiredness
Never the kindness stabbed your chest
Proud was I in taking up your features
Glad was I to be inspired by your silence
But never you taught me how to lead my life
At times of heart’s trials and mind’s wanderings
All I learnt looking at you
Is to maintain silence at times of crises
All I need to learn still
Is to spread love at times of pain
I know you are watching me even in darkness
I know you are blessing me with all kindness
I know you forgive my misgivings with a smile
I know you beg the Eternal Father to hold my hands
9 comments:
Dear Padmaja
Such a wonderful poem! And I know that you meant every line of it. I know how your Father inspired you. I know what it means to miss a person whom you love dearly. I can understand your feelings Padmaja! You have depicted it well through this fantastic poem.
I adored my Grandma a lot. Sometimes when I come across an issue I just assume what her suggestion would be to that problem. I also convince myself telling that my Grandma is watching me and would bless me for whatever decision I take. So I am hopeful that your Father would also guide you through and bless you forever.
A lovely and moving poem, Padmaja...
The poem, as Latah, points out, is sincere and shines of love.
My own dad died about that time and my relatiosnhip was much like what you describe.
Yes, he too was quite silent and I've used that strategy too -though, I'd think as a woman you'd talk more about things!
But that silence, Padmaja,that silence is a positive one, isn't it?
It's not the silence say of a sullen child, moody and angry - but a silence of calm and peace.
It's a silence of depth in which one's 'inner voice' (as Gandhi might have said) is being awakened for it to speak its wisdom.
I think I remember a comment from you to a poem of mine (on a Ravi Varmapainting) that you will take the words there as advice for you...I understand now the deep love for yoru father reminds you of him ine various circumstances.
I'm sure, as Latah says or implies,you always have his love.
Bless you.
Apologies for the few typo errors.
Dear Padmaja,
A few things among the many that he has taught us will stand out throughout our life time. His enthusiasm to learn Modern Algebra, Operations Research and Computer Programming well past the age of 60 was something incredible.
- Ravi
Dear Latha,
I could not term it as a poem. As you said, whatever I felt like, I wrote them off. You have told me about your Grandma a lot. Thank you for your positive words.
Love,
Padmaja
Dear Raj,
I cannot say how happy I was to see your comment immediately.
The silence that I wish to adopt is one of wisdom, not identifying with the self. However, at certain times, it becomes impossible and hence my silence would help me in not hurting others verbally. :) I always want to silent signifying my calm and peaceful nature.
Your words give me immense strength. Thanks a lot for your blessings.
Love,
Padmaja
Dear Ravi,
You are a surprise visitor here. :) Thanks for coming. As you say, his undying interest in learning new things is something very rare to be seen even in youngsters, given his painful health conditions.
Keep visiting here, my dear brother.
Love,
Padmaja
Hi Padmaja,
There's so much we need to learn from the previous generation... I think mine is rotten and spoilt way beyond repair ...
Lovely verses :)
Love,
Me
Dear Me,
For that matter, we all sail in the same boat. :)
Love,
Padmaja
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