with friends
on a serene sunday night
over a cold beer
a thought crossed my mind
Looking ahead at 24,
with chapters of
college, career
and shattered love
left behind
the next best thing
to happen in life
would be to hold my firstborn
in my own hands..
****************************
i wouldn't mind
if it's a he or she,
but if its a he,
i want him to grow up real naughty.
i want him to throw
everything he lays his hands on,
i want his balls
to be breaking window panes.
it would be so boring,
if he gives me peace of mind.
And when he goes to school,
i wont insist him
to be scoring all A's
but it would be nice,
if he could sing a bit
and play guitar.
it's ok
if he is not first in class,
but when he plays football with friends,
he should play the best pass.
at 16, he should find a girlfriend,
and at 17, he should break up.
he should know what heartbreak is,
moreover, at 16
its never the right girl.
i want him to fall in love
without looking for it
to fall in love
without fear
of legacy, caste or creed.
it wouldn't be nice,
without him at home,
but i want him to backpack
his way into the wonders of the world
to sleep in the quite of the wilderness
to climb mountains and smell the sky
There are dreams galore,
but the one thing i don't want to do,
is to sell him
my unfinished dreams
And the only thing
i really want to teach him
is to dream,
big and wild and bold.
and i want to watch with pride
as he chases his own.
dreams.
****************************
I wouldn't mind,
if it's a he or she,
but i have to confess
it will be a little more special,
if its really a 'she'.
From the very first time i see her
wrapped in a white towel,
she will be
the prettiest girl in the world for me,
though i guess
her mom won't like that much.
i want to be there,
when her feet dances for the first time
when she feeds that barbie with a spoon
when she wears her lipstick
right across her cheek.
I wouldn't mind
if she sticks out her tongue
at every annoying cousin
who coaxes her to sing.
I want her to grow up
without any fears
bold and beautiful,
the freest of spirits.
It would be lovely
if she could dance,
but it would be just as fine
if she wants to race a bike,
or kick someone in a fight.
I don't want to miss
that naughty twinkle in her eyes
when she makes me shake hands
with that tall dark boy from class
and when i walk her down the aisle
she in her lilywhite gown,
i don't want her to see
tears swelling up my eyes
The world will keep telling her
something i want her to unlearn
there is nothing you can't do , dear
just because
you were born a girl.
There are dreams galore,
but the one thing i don't want to do,
is to sell her
my unfinished dreams
And the only thing
i really want to teach her
is to dream,
big and wild and bold.
and i want to watch with pride
as she chases her own.
dreams.
********************
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The next best thing
with friends
on a serene sunday night
over a cold beer
a thought crossed my mind
Looking ahead at 24,
with chapters of
college, career
and shattered love
left behind
the next best thing
to happen in life
would be to hold my firstborn
in my own hands..
****************************
i wouldn't mind
if it's a he or she,
but if its a he,
i want him to grow up real naughty.
i want him to throw
everything he lays his hands on,
i want his balls
to be breaking window panes.
it would be so boring,
if he gives me peace of mind.
And when he goes to school,
i wont insist him
to be scoring all A's
but it would be nice,
if he could sing a bit
and play guitar.
it's ok
if he is not first in class,
but when he plays football with friends,
he should play the best pass.
at 16, he should find a girlfriend,
and at 17, he should break up.
he should know what heartbreak is,
moreover, at 16
its never the right girl.
i want him to fall in love
without looking for it
to fall in love
without fear
of legacy, caste or creed.
it wouldn't be nice,
without him at home,
but i want him to backpack
his way into the wonders of the world
to sleep in the quite of the wilderness
to climb mountains and smell the sky
There are dreams galore,
but the one thing i don't want to do,
is to sell him
my unfinished dreams
And the only thing
i really want to teach him
is to dream,
big and wild and bold.
and i want to watch with pride
as he chases his own.
dreams.
****************************
I wouldn't mind,
if it's a he or she,
but i have to confess
it will be a little more special,
if its really a 'she'.
From the very first time i see her
wrapped in a white towel,
she will be
the prettiest girl in the world for me,
though i guess
her mom won't like that much.
i want to be there,
when her feet dances for the first time
when she feeds that barbie with a spoon
when she wears her lipstick
right across her cheek.
I wouldn't mind
if she sticks out her tongue
at every annoying cousin
who coaxes her to sing.
I want her to grow up
without any fears
bold and beautiful,
the freest of spirits.
It would be lovely
if she could dance,
but it would be just as fine
if she wants to race a bike,
or kick someone in a fight.
I don't want to miss
that naughty twinkle in her eyes
when she makes me shake hands
with that tall dark boy from class
and when i walk her down the aisle
she in her lilywhite gown,
i don't want her to see
tears swelling up my eyes
The world will keep telling her
something i want her to unlearn
there is nothing you can't do , dear
just because
you were born a girl.
There are dreams galore,
but the one thing i don't want to do,
is to sell her
my unfinished dreams
And the only thing
i really want to teach her
is to dream,
big and wild and bold.
and i want to watch with pride
as she chases her own.
dreams.
********************
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6 comments:
thanks a lott nj..its an awesome dedication t nikhil n me :) and i shall take this as my weddin gift k :) wow!!!
and i observed - lik all dads,u too xpect ur son t finish off all ur 'unfinished dreams'..coz i know tht u always want t b the "he" u described in here :)
beautiful Nirmal...very beautiful!
hey nirmal....wonderful...i dont even think abt this time(till now)in my life...nice
beautiful!
@ kris: that was the easy way out to describe the 'he'. i had much more trouble writing for the girl, obviously , i have never been one.
@krips : thanks.. :) glad that i finally manage to pry a response out of you :)
@remya : don't worry, it will hit you one day :)
the incident in the first para actually happened. i was at a friend's place , he handed me his nephew ( there is a photo in fb) , and suddenly it hit me and i told my frnds the same thing. of course, they murdered me. only thing different was it was no sunday, and there was no beer.
@jeevan : dint you know you had started a blog. thanks:)
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