A father’s passion

A couple going somewhere,
With luggage and a little baby,
Mother gets seat, but father, nowhere
Carrying 3 bags, only a single daddy.

One in the hand, one on the back,
In the crowd, difficult to keep track,
Facing angry stares, as space lack,
Feels like living in a shack.

Then, if that was not enough problem,
Baby started crying, threwing tartrum,
Crying papa, papa, papa,
Where your lap is, I want to come.

The mother quite the baby,
After some time​, he gave a smile,
Seeing that, something moves in daddy,
He can’t wait even a while.

Even with 3 bags to take care,
He made space for his child,
Taking him in his left arm,
Heart of the child is begiled.

The baby and daddy
started playing their own game
Which for other, was just
Strange signs with no name.

Seeing them,
My heart is filled with glee,
Wishing, I can be a father,
Some day in future, maybe.

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A father’s life

In the early morning,
I start the race,
Against all the abating,
And obstacles I face.
Forcing by way, battering,
Through many many gates.

Woke up early,
Still, no time to rest,
100 chores waiting,
Each in itself a test.

First, I remember my weight,
To reduce it, let us go to walk,
Even if last night, I slept late,
Then rising son on time,
Thinking about the grocery rates,
In front of the kids, being sublime,
Searching for my daughter’s mate,
Working several hours overtime,
To protect my children’s fate.

Seems like a difficult job,
Years of lifetime, it rob,
Many times, it is not enough
The appreciation you got.

But, I am still happy to do it,
There are perks to this lunacy,
A life having a purpose to it,
Better then a perfect life of fantasy.

When, I see my kids grow,
From small steps to giant leaps,
Watching this my eyes glow,
Better then thousand gold heaps.

So, I stick to fight,
For, I can announce aloud,
In all trials and delight,
They will make me proud.

Siblings Wars

The enemy is coming,
We need to set a trap,
A ball above the door hanging,
(ball is really soft)
Swing to her face like a slap.

This war is going on,
For a lot many years,
Nobody was able to won,
Every sec full of fear.

But brave are those,
Who will never quit,
Thorns or a roes,
Use any means best fit.

Here, comes the enemy,
Open door to her happily,
She directly goes to balcony,
Direct in my trap easily.

The ball hit her in forehead,
Wish you able to see her face,
As angry as a person mad,
I just ran like in a race,
Like running from walking dead,

She is just behind,
I got stuck into a corner,
No plan comes in mind,
To save from this danger.

Nothing can save me now,
She took my hand in her,
What a way of revenge, WOW!
With​ all strength she can master,
Dug her nails like knife on butter.

I look at the gills(marks) I got,
The do pain a liittle, a little hot.
But seeing that smile on her face,
Make this skirmish, a worthy shot.

So, the victory for now has to wait,
It concludes to another stalemate.

My mother’s death

I still remember the day,
The weather was nice,
I think it was Sunday,
A lazy day to spend on a vise.

A child of eighth standard,
Enjoying his chocolate milk,
Without much worry of the world,
Life as smooth as cloth of silk.

But ,alas,
all good things ends,
The absolute law,
Fate’s general trends.

This lesson,
The child was about to learn,
His life was going to take,
A hard and dramatic turn.

Suddenly,
His mother starts coughing,
She a patient of Asthma,
Felt problem in breathing.
Child still not worried,
As, father was with mother,
He will take care of everything,

But, papa can do so much,
Sometimes, it takes more than,
A dear’s love magic touch,
Not a would, healed by a kiss,
Mother’s lung needs a crutch,
A machine to filter oxygen,
His mother need much.

But ,alas,
Even machines are no match,
To almighty ‘Yama’, god of death.
The child now realises the situation,
Rush to his mother’s side,
First time felt real desparation.

Entire family was in the room,
Not for dinner, just gloom,
Papa constantly checking heart beat,
As high as that of an athlete.

That sounds like a compliment,
But mother is thin and weak,
Sign of fate’s dreadful intent,
Like a slaughter house’s reek.

She complains of great restlessness,
Child feel something foul has commence,
Her body starts getting cold,
Child looks desparatly to father,
For sign of some hope,
Got an equally desparate look rather.

With nothing to do ,
He start rubbing her feat.
Against lord Yama,
He refused to accept defeat.

What a child can do,
Mother grew unconscious,
She spoke quickly to him,
Don’t cry little mister,
I will be alright, if you promise,
Never to fight your sister.

Before child can take the vow,
Mother grew unconscious,
No way now, to let mother know,
As these words will be remembered,
As last of her voice heard.

Heartbeat declined rapidly,
Child grew anxious by the moment,
Cusred himself for being lazy,
In first aid class of CPR remitence.

She grew pailer by the moment,
Then the siren sounds,
Ambulance took his mother,
Away from all bounds,
Never to return to him,
Across umcimbable mounds.

What can a child do,
Has no control over death.
Except one thing,
Wish of her last breath.

So, I look to the sky,
And made this resolve,
Never ever to shy,
From hard work, even absolve,
To protect my sister from every cry,
I will be strong and brave,
This will be my good bye.

NVC(Non Violent Communication)

We all want a peaceful life
But some things may be a knife
Little battles in the family
Over lost sox or kid like insensibly
We fight very sentimentally
At least see the reason,
What happened to our mentality?
Small things not worth our attention
Becomes reason for relation anhiliation.

So what is the solution
How to avoid
Unnecessary confrontation
What we need in our life
Is a simple correction
For the sake of your bonds
Opt for Non Violent Communication

A simple technique inspired form Gandhi,
Is the art of avoiding everyday frustration,
Caused by non important reasons,
But for our happiness become a adulteration.

The technique based on the principle of empathy,
Consists of 4 steps, only a little lengthy,
But has its adbantage and no penalty.

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First, Observe
What is troubling you,
What act of other,
Troubles you so much,
That you wanna curse his mother,
But wait, don’t fall for the bait,
Shut your mouth before too late,
Rather proceed to second state.

Your feelings,
Towards this dealing,
Analyse type emotions,
Anger, despair or frustration
That arise in you
By seeing the other’s action,
What emotions you get,
Are usually the mirror,
Of your behaviour outlet.

Next,
Understand the need,
By which your feelings lead,
Every human emotion,
Is the result of a certain need,
Weather attention, hunger,
Love, sex or even greed.
We get angry or frustrated
When some of them,
We cannot meet.
If you know your needs and expectations,
You may also understand other’s reason
Behind his or hers actions.

Last step in most important,
Once you understand your distress,
And expectations from others
Convey to them as a simple request.
Be polite and understating,
Rather then, harsh and demanding.
Keep your ego on a side,
And explain your need with a calm mind,
So that they can also find,
What actions of theirs, do you mind.

The steps are simple,
Even are just common sense,
But anger can blog your senses do much,
You view everything, with the hatred lens.

Practice this checklist,
Observe, feelings, need and request
To bind you resolution in a way
In which terms of both are best.
Do not let your negetavity win,
This, is your final test.
At last, just All d best😊😊
      
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For more info on NYC vist this wikipedia pagehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonviolent_Communication

A smile worth thousand night sleeps

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Woke up in the morning
Sleeping is so boring
I want to play
I want to play

Mama mama! where are you
Papa Papa found you
Come to me , come to me
Today show me something new

Dadi dadu play with me
I want to play now only
Later drink  your tea

Pick me in your lap
Sing a song
Or do I amplify my cry
And your ear goes
Bong bong bong!

Mama picked me up
Rocking in her lap
Sang a lullaby
Like a sweet syrup

In mama’s lap, at this moment
I am sooo happy
And feeling very sleepy

Wait a min

Why mamma putting me to sleep,
When I want to play, sing and leap,
Why Papa saying to count the sheep?

Isn’t it  already the morning
Why everyone sleepily frowning?
Oh o! Maybe I woke up early
Not morning, it is 12 thirty

Oopsy dupsy!
I woke everyone at midnight,
When should be sleeping tight,
If mama is angry, she has the right,
But I know this will not lead to fight.

Mamma loved me so much,
She will never scold me
For a thing as such

I know Mamma ,
I give you lots of trouble
But on seeing me
Your anger pops like a bubble

I know getting a mom like you
Is the destiny of just a lucky few
To compensate for this trouble
I will give this smile just for….you
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This poem is dedicated to Manu Bhaiya, Kiti Bhabhi and of course the cute gift they have given us – Maahir(their 3 month old baby)

     I request all readers to pray for Maahir’s long life, good health , brilliant mind and for this precious smile to remain forever.

On my 20th birthday- best gift trust of papa

ON YOUR TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY

Your birthday, my dear son, recalls every time,

Every odd turns to, dear Piyush, a happy pastime.

Difficulties always stand in our path, not to melt,

Not to break our will our spirit but to rise sublime.

You took normal birth, but in operation theatre,

A sign to reduce toughest exigency at a low ebb.

Higher the mountain higher to be our aspiration,

To gain the summit, keep rise, to cross the web.

Woeful plight of gone year faced at with brave,

Made you stronger against all toughs of life ever.

Keep the spirit, shine like the polar star, be happy,

Your life blossom like roses, fructify flavour.
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Many many happy returns of the day, Oh! dear,

Live for thousands years ever with beaming face.

A computer lover, a blogger, always creative guy,

Wish you all the felicities of life with God’s grace.

                  
                      by : Prakash Chander Gupta

                            (My father)

    A beautiful poem written for me by my papa, the person I love the most, the person I trust the most.
   It is the my best birthday gift. Even best than my Xperia Z1.
   Why because it does Papa’s changing view of me. He is now not looking at a child who went in his lap every time he has some problem. Nor a teenager who needs his guidance at every corner. He sees a mature adult who can take his own responsibility. Who knows what he needs to do? Who is not his burden rather his strength?
      I owe papa very much. He just not took care of my financial needs. Rather he is my flashlight who guided. He is the one who helped me reasons my love for pretty programming. He is the one who encouraged me for writing.( my english till 3rd was really weak. I now understand the worth of those hours of translation and grammer lessons).
      Form big things to small things like showing me bus routes to collage to helping me in studying Maths(he has not studied the collage level maths. He studied now just for me).
     Now, when I am old enough I am keen on returning something. I have realised the best thing I can return him is pride and happiness that a parent get on setting his/her child winning in life. Satisfaction that his parenting was right.
      This is one of the main reason I started blogging. I loved the emotions on his face when I told his I have reached more than 25 followers (lots of thanks to all my followers).
    Well, it is just a beginning. I still have to learn a lot to be able to take all his responsibilities. Thankfully, I have papa and that is more than enough.
     Thank typo for reading. Always remember what type parents means to you and what you mean to them.