Farewell to a son

dying in a black hole.
you are lonely forever
as time slows down
due to laws of relativity and gravity

the things you wished to achieve
but couldn’t as your near your end
you wish you child receives
much more happiness instead

as  Kamal said in Kipling’s tale
as he set his son farewell
And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power —
“Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur!”

and as I borrowed and fought some more
and tried to lived on borrowed time
I wished my son could me hug once more
and forgive me on my crime


inspired by-



Your fear

can I help you with the fear
are you afraid you are not a genius
are you afraid you are so ordinary
no body will read your words

tell me your fear
I will kill your monster
all your writer’s block needs
is a motivational kick on it’s arse

you fear the intensity
of your emotions takes you to a place which is too dark
let me be your light
let me burn your ego with perfumed oils

are you afraid of growing old
are you afraid of a story untold
are you afraid what lies ahead
are you afraid of the ghosts under your bed

tell me your fear
and for fifty dollars an hour
I shall give you the best therapy
your search engine can find