I sit and think,

Of ways to blink

Of ways to close the day.

There is none their

Who can compare

Life’s all encompassed fray ..

Someone asked me on the Twitter a short while ago whether I wrote poetry. I told him no because my Mother always said ” One poet in the family is enough !”. Before starting the blog for today I wondered as I often do, what might be the topic for discussion on this day. And I said to myself, lets try something. If it happens it happens.

And it did happen, above, in the short lines I wrote. Written out of no where, without any meaning or cause. Just some words tumbled out and then you realize its a poem. It has no meaning or sense, but just because it is written in rhyme and sounds somewhat philosophical, it may attract the baby and the the enchanted mind.

The baby for its simplicity of thought, the mind for it to look enchanted.

The baby and simplicity. True and practical when it comes to perform them, but sit with them and they shall enthrall you for long hours. Let loose a child for a few hours in a room or a house. A child a baby. And let there be an adult that imitates every move of the baby.

Guaranteed that the baby will survive an entire day, but not the man. Which in all practices gets us to believe that the ‘child is the father of Man’

I was once pushed on to the stage in College during an impromtu moment of debate. My subject was given when the previous speaker comes on board. You therefore have just about time to think up an answer, say 5 mins, and then your name is announced and you are up at the podium speaking about the topic given a few minutes back.

Nervous and uncertain about what may have been given to me to speak about, I glance through this little bit of paper that has been handed to me and it says -

Your topic for the evening is ” Child is the Father of man “. And other than fumble through a lasting effect by hanging around, I mumble this story of the keeper and the kid and finish as abruptly as I should . General laughter, a few claps and off the stage, having achieved nothing ..

But does child become the Father of man ever in reality ? Does he go through deployment of his medical, maintain their gun they wish to use … after 6 am presently.

The converse can happen  too. Jitesh and Navrang demonstrate that when the time for it … appears !! Most of the time it is incorrect and if I am not taken away tend to scream an adjustment. I would too, given my circumstances.

And then one fine day they shall be on the streets, struggling, facing hard ships, learning all that one is not supposed to react to.

If ever instability were to overcome us, even at adulthood, I wonder would there be a time when you could call ourselves the   Father of our children”

In love with all and with the time - 3:02 AM

Good night and good dreams …

Amitabh Bachchan