Heart

Heart is a room of conspiracies. It seldom allows to stand at one point categorically. It always has another say in the most obvious things as if its sole aim is to prove that being the weakest among the strong chain of a human soul it is the strongest cause the weakest link has the power to break the entire chain.

The nature of heart being entirely unpredictable often brings a sense of fear while listening to it because its volatility towards different events is very quick and strong.My heart beats for life but my life often skips many beats. The most tender and delicate fractal that needs a consolation and desirable treatment every time it loses faith and hope. And surprisingly it is very much flexible enough to get manipulated the way we want. But question still remains is it our smartness or tragedy when we become able or successful in calming the heart which just became loquacious few times back.

The other side

Life has been parted into ages, every age with its own thinking whose language is often misunderstood. The reasons might be the face-lifting experiences in own life, tendency not to be odd among people, possessive nature that defaces into an imposed obligation and in many cases societal fossilized thinking that closes all the doors that may lead to any kind of change or acceptance. Human propensity not to accept the fact that he might be wrong, never allows him to breathe in the magical freshness of change that brings positive results with it. Such resilience appears on the skin of every age that is coiled with gossamer of endless references and creates the gap. A little listening and little more thinking over any issue helps in bridging the gap. The poem hence has tried to unleash the doubts of one of the most delicate relations between a father and his son.

Son:

{1}

When youth is in all its glory,

When I am ready to live my own story,

Why do you fret that I may fail?

Why do you think my efforts are stale?

{2}

I have my own mind to fit in,

My own eyes to see.

When you put your veil in front,

Tell me, how would I feel free?

{3}

I sometimes doubt your trust,

Your faith that you put in me.

Cause I know you are the strongest roots

Of which I have grown as a tree.

{4}

I still remember all the lessons,

That you taught with zeal to me.

I just want to add a little more,

With whatever I happen to see.

{5}

I fear to say that you are wrong,

Sometimes whenever I feel.

It’s just that I feel bit different,

And find some truths within.

{6}

Let me take out my hands

Crossed with yours till now.

To see this world and walk around

To find my path unbound.

{7}

I will be happy if you are

And same do I want from you.

Without any if’s and but’s

Your heart is where you ought to go through.

Father:

{1}

I will start from where you ended

And will open my heart today

That has fractals in the same line

In the same helpless way.

{2}

If I am the root and you are the tree

Tell me how I can ever let you free.

If truth lies only in what is seen,

Wouldn’t it be hard dear, to keep you green?

{3}

The fears of mine you referred to

Might keep your hands tied

Those only prevail cause I could see

My own reflection living my life.

{4}

Stories repeat defeating the time

Where I was once, today you stand.

I just want you to peep through it

Where lays a fertile promising land.

{5}

I have a strange thing to grouse,

That I am old enough to expiate.

But I want you to be all right

Before you deplore, before it’s late.

{6}

It’s not you that I doubt

It’s the life that I have already seen

Foresight are bad today I feel

Cause your doubts are quite umpteen.

{7}

I know I would not walk with you

Forever in life wherever you go.

But I always want you to have my shadow

Far enough to land you through.

{8}

It’s not fair at all

to expect from any age

For it seeks what it has seen.

Albeit it’s true that sooner or later

You will be a father with your teen.

With same sort of puzzles to solve

And similar issues to evolve.

If you feel anytime something can break

Talk to your son whatever it takes.

I am sure that you’ll be light again

The moment you strike a bargain.

Since every story has another side,

The way we are trying to take that ride.

One thing I promise I won’t let you fall,

Even when you want to ride alone.

I might not be right every time

But promise me dear,

 Our poem shall always rhyme.