For my dad
A tribute to mothers, especially mine - "lights that guide us through the dark".
On myself, this tells a personal tale of my youth.
About babies and how they can soothe our hearts. For my mother Uma.
For my dearest friend whom I see like a brother.
A plea to cousins to treat each other well and accumulate good memories of "mischievous deeds and healthy fun".
For my mother - "with her at my side, the battle of life to fight, saves me from danger, my anchor in any plight"
Devotional - For Mahakala and Mahakali (the Primal Aspects) - Lord and Queen of TIME. "reveal themselves they do to a few - seers and saints in every hue - to instill in us a sense of direction - to stay the course".
On the death of my grandmother Vasantha whom we used to call Maa.
For my grandmother again - that carnatic vocalist of yester year. "music was in you its what gave your life soul - soul that rang true as a melody in a bowl".
I was thinking about my father and how often we'd like to "Go Back" in time, especially when as we grow, we find relationships with loved ones strained.
A somber reflection on death. "Precious is each minute and content he - Who fills each one with sixty seconds - Worth of distance run".
When I fought with a dear friend and asked "[Is there] No setting aside our cloak of bitterness?- Can you find it in your heart to forgive? - This madness that is my despair confounded".
On the strain in relationships. "Why do we lose so consistently - When there's angels among us - Seems everything weve ever known is here - I never wanted it to die". That last bit from GnR
Begins by addressing Tracey, a future love, but becomes an address for this friend I fell out with.
Wondering if I can ever be as cool as my father. "As time and again I realise he is the best of us - What can I say except papa I'll do my best in life".
Small bit of prose written on my father's last birthday