When I saw my Father getting old....

When I saw my father getting old,

I believed it to be a gloomy glitch on my glasses.

A moment later I realised that I didn't wear any.

His masquerading mane broke up with his scalp,

leaving behind a few memories of hair strands,

like the leftovers of an abrupt end of a relationship.

His tight skin has now cocooned itself

into the shells of wrinkles.

But He was calm.

He was not looking back to the sands of forgotten psalms.

When I saw my father getting old,

I was chilled to death.

That feeling of being anesthetized before a dental extraction.

Time has played his tricks on Him.

Death has already signed a deal with Time in his absence.

But He knew that already.

Yet I was not ready to accept this simple nature of life.

When I saw my father getting Old,

I could not believe.

He was always Evergreen like a 'Banyan' for me.

That's a fairy-tale that I always believed.

His Gargantuan grandeur of Health,

His fearsome forlorn tone,

All seemed to be detesting the entropy of life.

He was my Macbeth for the Shakespearean stage.

"I came, I saw , I conquered" was his attitude for Life, personified.

But now the farmer in Him had retired to be the sage.

When I saw my father getting old,

I realised that the sand clock is already flowing.

All our anguised arguements,

All our gorging good-byes,

All our rustled Remarks

were just moments that we wasted.

Now when I look back, I look at the brighter side of the time.

When I saw my father getting old,

I knew he made me the man I am today.

He taught me the ways to love my beloved.

He taught me to match the pink with my sister.

He taught me to accompany my Mother to the kitchen.

Yet I know I was not ready to move forward without his

shadow of assurance.

But,

I witnessed his helpless head below my Mother's wrath.

I witnessed his tears during my sister's 'saptapadi'.

I witnessed his smile simultaneously with mine.

When I saw my father getting old,

The feeling of loneliness grappled me by my soul.

Love cannot be only about sunshine and laughter.

A tree needs both rain and sun to grow.

and so is Love.

If there is immense joy,

there can be massive arguments.

But the trick is to cherish and celebrate each other.