http://shekhar.podOmatic.com Give it a listen! en-us podOmatic RSS Generator Sat, 07 Nov 2009 15:33:05 GMT Give it a listen! no no The Gentle Voice Every now and then... I roll out of a rude dream and find myself in some unknown stretch of the night; gaping blankly ...almost obtusely at the false ceiling. It is at a time like this... when the preceding dusk is left behind... a long way and I have no idea, if the first blush is near or still faraway; that the mind conjures the cine-effects like an elaborate multiplex and a myriad portraits of you and your groom begin to flicker. * ...There is that veteran wedding-album of nineteen sixty seven. In some photos you both look tired. In others... ...happy ...unseasoned ...childlike ...shy... I see your vibrant un-arrested youth, those wonder-filled eyes of first, and then the second instance of parenthood. Do you remember mom? And you dad? I remember: The grammar, the math and the etiquette that you have taught; the silly queries that you have solved; and the medical opinions that you have sought for your gasping, asthmatic son. Do you remember mom: the eleven a.m. tea, and peeling out the peas in the cozy winter glee? And dad, do you remember: the visit to the cynic herb-doc and the early morning moped-rides in the impenetrable January fog? Dad: Your out-station tours Mom: The memoirs of your childhood ...................∞ I remember so many of our times together. How I wish they could last forever. But as I approach thirty-eight, the inevitable dread stares in my face and often... the rude dream that I wake up from is about the time when you will be gone. * Tonight is one such night and I hope it is alright to tell you that even if I were sixty-two I could hardly do without; your unconditional blessings, honest counsel and a love that is …immutable and true. * The heart is now at the brim and like for every intense feeling the vocabulary has become slim. A few words quiver: Thank you, love you, miss you.... None delivers but I know that you will know just like you did before. Therefore, the remaining composition contains all my pure silence ...only for you. http://shekhar.podOmatic.com/entry/2007-03-13T14_56_07-07_00 http://shekhar.podOmatic.com/entry/2007-03-13T14_56_07-07_00 Tue, 13 Mar 2007 21:56:07 GMT 2008-06-03 2007-03-13 http://shekhar.podOmatic.com The Gentle Voice dad,mom,poems,poetry 212 clean Every now and then... I roll out of a rude dream and find myself in some unknown stretch of the night; gaping blankly ...almost obtusely at the false ceiling. It is at a time like this... when the preceding dusk is left behind... a long way and I have no idea, if the first blush is near or still faraway; that the mind conjures the cine-effects like an elaborate multiplex and a myriad portraits of you and your groom begin to flicker. * ...There is that veteran wedding-album of nineteen sixty seven. In some photos you both look tired. In others... ...happy ...unseasoned ...childlike ...shy... I see your vibrant un-arrested youth, those wonder-filled eyes of first, and then the second instance of parenthood. Do you remember mom? And you dad? I remember: The grammar, the math and the etiquette that you have taught; the silly queries that you have solved; and the medical opinions that you have sought for your gasping, asthmatic son. Do you remember mom: the eleven a.m. tea, and peeling out the peas in the cozy winter glee? And dad, do you remember: the visit to the cynic herb-doc and the early morning moped-rides in the impenetrable January fog? Dad: Your out-station tours Mom: The memoirs of your childhood ...................∞ I remember so many of our times together. How I wish they could last forever. But as I approach thirty-eight, the inevitable dread stares in my face and often... the rude dream that I wake up from is about the time when you will be gone. * Tonight is one such night and I hope it is alright to tell you that even if I were sixty-two I could hardly do without; your unconditional blessings, honest counsel and a love that is …immutable and true. * The heart is now at the brim and like for every intense feeling the vocabulary has become slim. A few words quiver: Thank you, love you, miss you.... None delivers but I know that you will know just like you did before. Therefore, the remaining composition contains all my pure silence ...only for you.