Land of Tacenda
I bite my tongue
I felt the responses churning in my stomach but
I bite my tongue
The words rose up to my chest, my heart beating in anger
I held my bark
The words reached my tongue, my mouth turning sour to the taste
I looked up in your eyes ready to berate
But instead my tail was between my legs
I had entered the land of tacenda
Better left unsaid than argue with a wall
Better left unsaid than start a war
So the land of tacenda welcomed me with a warm chant and a soft embrace
No more yelling no more screaming just once again put back in my place
I love you too
The words reach his ears as I’m already up the stairs
Out of his reach
But never out of his mind
3 years of unanswered love
3 years of loving her anyway
3 years of watching your baby girl drift away
Until tonight
By noon the next day you’re in another state
Thinking about last night
3 years but now you have your daughter back
But in another state she is pulled from class
By noon she finally asked for help
3 years of unanswered prayers
3 years of unwanted hands
3 years of staying silent
Until tonight
By dawn the police will come
Asking for her report
But she’ll be thinking about last night
3 years and now his daughter will never be back
It took 3 years of staying silent
3 years of being his perfect quiet daughter
Now when she counts the years it will start from when she could breath again
While he can count the years since he was caught
(Naani).
Rat race compete!
Abstract clocks we beat,
Measured by humanity vanishing.
You're old, Father Time.....
I will offer my heart, so that it may be yours by the right.?
I will give you myself unto sacrifice, that you may live.
You may break my heart, that I might suffer while yet young.?
You may stab me with a knife, because you believe you know better—?
better than God, in whom all things are created;?
better than the devil himself, in whom things are destroyed;?
better than the world and all people unborn;?
better than angels, whose will is in God.
Better than my words—?for the deed of your will shall speak thee,?
and in that deed be revealed the evil within?of one who drives his knife into the innocent children.
That's alright Father
I will always love you
For everything you done
For me
That's alright Father
I will never go to sleep
Without praying for you
Father
I would be very lonely if
I didn't had you in my life
That's alright father
I am grateful for you
Because you gave me my life
That is very precious
That's alright father
You keep me alive every day
That's alright father
Now the night is over
And you brought the new day
That's alright Father
It is a gorgeous day
Out there
And I am getting the vitamin d
That is alright Father
The day is over now
Finally
That is alright Father
Now you brought the night
And the night is long
You made for me to sleep
I’m at the end of long trip, my daughter,
For, mine is a tired old ship, my daughter.
May God give you power to bear, my daughter,
And for that doom’s day equip, my daughter.
I’d dreamt, I’d play with my kid all the time,
But now my energies dip, my daughter.
It’s time, you get used to world without me
As I begin to lose grip, my daughter.
As I prepare to leave, remember this:
Let my thoughts sink with life’s ship, my daughter.
______________________________
Ghazal | 26.09.2026| daughter, father, life, missing you
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad, you would be 100 today - I miss you like a ghost misses heartbeats.
~
midst all of heaven's blessings
my treasures, known and had
not one can best the miracle
that fate made you ... my dad.
I love you, RT.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
I call upon the Father
I just spoke meaningful words
Voiced communications in joy,
So pleasant, harmonious, Ahh! sweet sounds
Unfolds joyously verses words
Sweet nectar verbs as I thank God
I recognise One God, our Father Eternal
I kneel before Him, I beleive He alone Created all things seen, and also invisible.'
I accept the; Blood of His Son Jesus
Christ, as the redeeming price for my
Sins,
I also rejoice in fellowship with His Holy
Spirit, whom i request to lead me evermore.'
I rise to a forgiven life, a life of power with
The ability to rebuke evil, and rich in the wisdom
Born of Love,
I will always proclaim the Blood of Christ' and support True Christianity, and its futherance, throughout all dimensions amen.'
Father, I have left school as the smartest.
Are you proud of me?
I have conquered the known world.
Father, are you proud of me?
I have created kingdoms and religions where all bow to your surname.
I ask, Father, are you proud of me?
Mother says she is proud of the person I have become.
Yet I look to the stars: Father, are you proud of me?
I have sacrificed so many days and nights, now they are just memories I forget.
Father, are you proud of me?
Son i truly hope you know
How much you mean to me
I know at times I make it difficult
But somehow I hope you see
I don't mean to be so tough on you
For me emotions are hard to show
And I'm doing the best I can
To guide you as you grow
Life isn't an easy journey
We don't always know what to do
As you bear witness to my struggles
Know I want better for you
As my baby boy grows into a man
This is all I will ask of you
Have a heart gentler than mine
And take pride in every thing you do
And know that not a day goes by
That you don't fill my heart with joy
I pray you know how much I love you
And you will always be my baby boy
He Was a Child Once, Too
He was a child once, too—
before the dusk outgrew the dawn,
before his little hands knew
how much a heart could carry on.
A face once lived beyond his sight,
then slipped away from memory’s light;
and childhood, like a fading tune,
grew quiet beneath a borrowed moon.
He became a roof in someone’s rain,
a little warmth against their pain;
he gave his flame so others could see,
while darkness kept a place for him silently.
He wore the years like a borrowed coat,
kept every storm inside his throat;
and though the world saw strength in him,
I know the child still lives within.
To me, that man is not merely strong—
he is the real hero of my life.
I love you, Abu.
— Zehreen
You never were
that kind of father
So I could never be
that kind of son
You saw what you
wanted in others
But with us it was
all zero sum
I reacted to what
you were doing
And not to the bombast
you spread
As the rift ever widened
between us
Into canyons of anger
— and dread
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
My father was my Idol, Philosopher and Guide.
But he was a dominant person always to Control -
I had regular fight with him on inevitable Clash !
Imprisoned in childhood owing to daily Clash
Tired on conflict ! Developed personality yer he was Guide.
No way, I revolted to escape from his over -all Control !
I had to choose my own way getting rid of his Control
I had to struggle but I was just fed up on continued Clash.
Yet alll along I paid due respect to Dad as my Guide.
Dad was my Guide but I went out of his Control avoiding Clash !
You call yourself my father but you never even bother to call me your daughter.
I sat for a while thinking about you
I thought that maybe hes on the moon
“Mollee what did you do, to make him leave all of you?”
I realize that it was never my fault
Hes and adult
Why should I blame myself for him walking away, it’s not like i was old enough to tell him to stay
Thinking about him leaving used to hurt more then bleeding.
I'm 14 now and somehow I still don't know why you left
you just settled on theft.
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