Thank You Papa and Mama

I may not have another shot at this

But while at it

Let me aim as wide as I can

And shoot as much as I can

Every shot

Though may not hit the spot

It’s felt by the borderlines

My skills are the better for it

Today’s another chance

At the take

Here, adorned in fleshy armour

Goggled eyes and blocked ears

I still hear

The cheering claps

The crowd of your singular heart

Willing me to make that shoot

Today,

I well up this moment

To say,

“Thank You, for giving me life!”

Knotting a tie

When you throw it across your neck

You measure the hands unequally

Face it inward,

The shorter hand on the longer

Bring the longer hand across the shorter

Turn it outward

Get a hold, look in the mirror

Pull out, a last time

Shape to fit.

Papa, taught me to knot a tie:

Take responsibility

Weight my options

Rely on inner strength

Make priorities

Plan ahead

And, shape my destiny.

Waiting

Waiting…

Crouched on this couch

Flipping through the pages

The lines blurred

I can only see your smiles

…I am still waiting

 

Flicking through the channels

The pixels blurred

I can only see your shadows

…I am still waiting

 

Waiting for that guttural voice

Calling my name again

 

Waiting for those strong fingers

Ruffling my hairs

 

Waiting to be aroused

By the aroma of suya in the dead of the night

 

Waiting, just waiting

To be called a son again!