Where did I go without a hint?

Posted by Vinod on July 12, 2007

Where did I go without a hint?
Well the world didn’t stop when I was away
But where did I go without a hint
Well life moved on for all when I was away

But where did I go without a hint
Well nothing would have changed when I was away
But where did I go without a hint
And here is where I went without a hint

He was growing up and he needed me ….

To keep him company at night when he plays
And to take his pictures when he is awake and asleep

To warm his bottles and fill them with milk
And hold it for him when he takes a sip

To rock him to sleep when he doesn’t stay quite
And quietly watch him go to sleep

To be by his side even when he is asleep
And see all worlds’ innocence lie next to me

To see him when he smiles every time
And to be part of every single moment of his life

To hold him tight when the winds make him chill
And to keep him cool when summer heats up

To change his diapers and clean him up
And dress him up for a best baby show

To let him hold my fingers tight
And to tell him that he will be brave and honest

To look at him and then look at me
And admire how cute I was as a kid J

To tell in his ears his first words of wisdom
And to hear him talk his first baby words

To take him out and show him the world
And let him adjust to the world outside

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12Jul

Live it out all way

Posted by Vinod on July 1, 2007

Obscure, immaculate or passive
One moment at a time unfolding in his hands
The whole scheme is as ever still elusive
And yet in the path of life unscathed man stands

Awaken from dreams, when reality dawns
The moment he lives disappears in the light
Dreaming of a king yet living like pawns
He dares to dream, giving life its fight

Though sitting in dark he looks at tomorrow
For the brighter side of life is always bright
A moment of faith from tomorrow to borrow,
He lives his today by brightening his night

Even if today were to end like any other day
If he were to start over all again from a zilch
With a basket of dreams to start his day
He would live it all again without an itch

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1Jul