NavDharmyug

We like to believe love to be just and uniform. But it isn't. We do not love all the people. We also do not love those we love, equally, at all the time. There is some kind of grading system in love and we love different people differently. It may depend on our general outlook and the way we look at various relationships at one point of time. There are some relationships which emerges out of nowhere and overwhelms our being and all the other relationships. Fatherhood has been one such love for me. Before we had my daughter, six years back, I never could have imagined myself of ever being in such a love. Many things have been said about love. In love, one person loves and the another allows to be loved - wrote Somerset Maugham .  I loved, I loved with vigor, with an angry, audacious passion, but I never could give my last inch into the love that I had begotten into, ever. That one last inch, that last bit of me,  always remained. And then I became a Father. Unlike any o...

Five years and a month back I lived, In and out of love, Love, Which much to my chagrin Would not spread  Over my head in a continuum. I was needed But not so much, I was loved But never so much. The longing Shadowed the moons Of brightest nights And the clouds Hung heavy in the cleanest skies. The journey of centuries Which traversed, Across several births Gasped and limped, With broken breath And battered soul. And then      Five years and a month back A head with scant hairs Looked at me With barely open  Blue eyes. I dropped A finger towards you And your soft, pink, palm Cuddled over it, Securing it  As a comforting coast  Does to the anchor  Of a tired ship. We went on walks While you  Smiled and stared back Like a little Buddha, In the small bed of yours; Set in the stroller, You saw the ducks For the first time, And with ...