A Tribute to My Dad on Father’s Day

I let my dad kiss me on the cheek. As I gave him a brand new Titan watch. He looked At the divisions on the face All in Roman Numerals, A reminder that he was from another, Time and universe. We had fried chicken for lunch. Home-made KFC which I saw him eat eagerly. I…

Father Ducky and The Bible

There’s a priest nicknamed Ducky, Who one day told me to open a bible. I did so in front of him. And he read the bible and told Me to take that as a premonition, Of how my luck will turnout in life. Now I don’t read the bible anymore, A book belonging to Christianity,…

Ode to My Father, The Yeti

Snow capped mountains, tree line Hiding creature of myth. There’s always those big steps of a Yeti, The shoes in size 14s, of my dad to fill, The abominable snowman, Is just that wonderful man I see everyday, Who spent 22 years with the United Nations, Whose shoes walked the long mile, At the bureau….

Father and Son

Jesus had a crown of thorns, And he was still God’s son, Played out by God’s own plan. I ponder, why is the bible filled With stories of fathers betraying sons Like Abraham almost did. And that bond, between father and son Is the one that keeps the name going forward And preserves the heir…

Being A Dad

You, who took me for a ride on a reverie. Oh the stork, I wish for, flying Through a mucus plug and an opening, To deliver a bundle, who will be A joy, that is bound to be unheralded. Nativity, is just a little Bethlehem, In a nursing home, waiting impatiently For a moment that…

My Father, Me, My Child

Sometimes I’m my father. How I resurrect my worries For no reason, looking out of the window To see all sorts of ominous signs; The creeping serpent, the thief Or even that child who is waiting To pounce on the mango tree When I’m not watching. Still What I learnt from my father was order,…

My Dad the UN Retiree

My father spent 22 years with the United Nations. Where his main type of work Was development – the type that involves Project files, MS Excel budgets And deft action plans. Still I have never seen him take a challenge On to his stride, than when it came to the car. He would check the…

The Hair Wars

Father’s Day is a farce. Its that time of the month That on a Sunday, you go to your parents house With a cake and cut one mouthwatering slice To reflect on the years gone by. My dad always had a blueprint For life, he always saw the unlocked gate Or the un-padlocked bag with…

Mousetrap

My father sets traps to catch Mice that encroach on the kitchen. His favorite trick is to put a little piece of coconut Inside the framed trap. The mice Seem voracious for such a treat. And I have seen him win some battles And lose some. The trap would spring Sometimes, without the mouse inside…