If I could tell a Story...

Dear Friends,

Just a gist about THE MAN I admire - My Appa (i.e.My Father -in-law)

If I could tell a story

It would be the greatest ever told

For it is about my Appa

Who has a heart of gold

He has faced all the problems thrown at him

Thinking of which makes eyes wet and brim

Labored under his own sister

For which even today he is grateful

that they paid his education fee

After all his sisters marriage even with full of debts like a Hero he stood

Without any disparage he gave all that he could

At the age of 30 when he became arthritic

He never chose worry or misery

Instead he boosted his Self-confidence

Today at the age of 65 he has built a legacy

 which is not by mere coincidence.

He does not have the strength of a normal man,

But the size of his heart could crush any herculean man

He doesn’t wear a cape or a mask, he hasn’t any super power

But ask his loved ones, he was there in their darkest hour.

He never looks for praises

He’s never one to boast

He just goes on quietly working

For those he loves the most.

If I could tell a story

It would be the greatest ever told

For it is about my Appa

Who has a heart of gold

My Little Champ

There is something in his eyes

Which wants me to love

And I profusely give.

There is something in his eyes

Which wants me to hear

And I carefully listen

There is something in his eyes

Which abysmally pours love

And I get dumbstruck the way he expresses

There is something in his eyes

Which wants me to be with him always

And I am trying to be my best.

There is something in his eyes

Which tells me “U R my Mom”

And I see him as MY Little Champ

There is something in his eyes

Which tells me the pain of missing

And I wrap my thoughts around him.

There is something in his eyes

Which tells “Please leave Me”

And that is the only thing I can never oblige.

Thaayumanavan (Brother who is also a Mother)

Few hours before me he came to the earth

To briefly glance whether it was safe for my birth

From that day he dutifully plays his part

His love has always swept my heart

Though born in different wombs we are twins

Together we have seen many autumns and springs

Having a brother is owning a treasure

When he also happens to be friend

The joy has no measure

He has a stunning style and affable smile

For me his face is truly a lily of the Nile

He awes me with his altruistic nature

Which still I have to nurture

He has made me cry bringing tears like stream 

He would beam when I crazily scream

Yet we share our dreams however extreme

If written today they would be in ream

He cares like a mother and wares for me like a father

Even when I trouble much and make him bother J

Now the distance has made him stay farther

Where I wish to be his soul rather 

He makes parody which would amaze

For his dance I always go craze

People love his phrasing for its innocent glaze

And also for his smile which always blaze

Without him my childhood memories are nil

I remember the treasure hunt we played with thrill

Even my smallest wish he will fulfil

Much of my strengths are that he instilled

Not only in movies that a brother would cook

When sister is engrossed into her study book

Till date he has never forsook

Though at times I’ve been brook

His sacrifices for me are countless

At my success he would go speechless

His wonderful nature is he never gets jealous

He should reach great heights for the qualities he possess

More than a brother, he is a Friend

I wish to be with him till my end

Yes! We are twins born in different womb

And Together we always bloom

I wished My 50Th post should be about him:-)

Thanks to Preeti Shenoy.. she made me to introduce such a wonderful person to many round the globe :-) 

Appa

Hi Friends,

Father and Mother are precious gifts. We often, tend to take them for granted and hence never express our love to them. I never miss an opportunity to Express myself to my loved ones.

Recently I went through a bad time. Thank God, I came out of that soon with support of My Appa(Father).
I wanted to convey my Thanks to him through this poem.

My birth was a fest with all his zest

When I was born he ecstatically sworn

To make me feel blessed and give everything the best

For that till today he slogs unrest  

Summer has not made him bummer

In winter he works without a whimper

Rain or drain he never shows his pain

All to make me feel blessed and give me the best

With me, he is always bearing even when I am erring

For me, he wares and unfathomably cares

HIS love for me is invisible although we are 3 it is indivisible

That makes me feel blessed and everything possessed

I admire his style and ever glowing smile

Will never go tired to trace the way he embrace

He speaks very less yet each word is priceless

With his life he has taught me how to live and especially to love

Truth has been his shadow and Ruth has been his window

And He never suspects that brings him respects

To him Hospitality has never been a mere formality

Today for whatever I am, his role plays vitality 

Years has passed , now I am grown

When Seen with a guy people generally tend to frown

What may come my Pappa never let me down

For his faith on me he deserves a crown

Even when I go through all the words of the language thrice

To portray my Papa they won’t suffice

What I’ve written is just a slice very much precise

My entire life is not enough to repay his price

He is my King and everything

For him, I’m his princess to whom

He wishes world’s all riches

I  always wanna  be in his clutches

Love you Papa!!!

Wondering what to Blog?

Hi Friends,

             Yesterday one of my best buddy wanted me to write something in this blog. I really did not have a topic to write may be because i was busy with my work. But still i cannot deny when she asks. So just thought of writing a poem playing with syllables (in other words TR Style).
Here goes the poem/rhyme however you name it....

I was wondering as what to Blog
            Without letting my mind to clog
I did not get a topic to describe
            There came this poetic vibe

 This is my first poem
             And sounds like nursery rhyme
First step is always required
             If something really has to be acquired
As I said this is my first step
             Which has given me a pep

 Having started this poem
            Wondering what could be the theme?
Too many people have been laughed at for their dream
            Thus most of them have failed to gleam
Believe in your vision when others do not
             No matter, you may be regarded as snot
 

Make excellence your way of being
            Practice more smiling
Do the work that is scaring
            Otherwise you are not growing
Spend an hour without simulation
            Of Facebook , twitter , mobile & television

 Victims condemn change
            Leaders grow inspired by change
If you are not failing regularly
            You are not progressing probably
Commit to mastery
            Don’t accept mediocrity

 I love the readers of my Blog
            For them I can always slog
Finally as I promised I did the job
            Because I never want to Fob

I love to hear your comments :-)