He ascends everyday to hold his love close to his heart,
With mischievous twinkle in the eyes, he calls it his ‘Sweetheart’..
When asked, what would be his dream come true..?
” Just to play with these strings throughout my life “.. is his point of view!!Simi
Be a gentleman, dad tells me, as we keep moving confidently in our direction,
Then firmly he holds my finger, not that he doubts my capabilities, that’s his affection. “Simi
I have waited really long, and I long to be with you again,
Your presence makes me safe and snug, in the blazing sun, beach or rain.
I know you are far from us, for the country needs you too,
But Dad I am growing fast, the moments of my childhood remain very few. “
This is such a maze, how does dad get those fantastic pics out of it..!
I can’t find a single clue, how even the darkest room gets beautifully lit…!!”Simi
“Father you will suffer no hardships now, and no more stress or apprehension..
‘Cause here i am, to balance against all heat waves, so what.. if i am not a son.!!”
-A girl childSimi
Through the lens of Ruchir Kalra
” Dad you say it’s not easy, the life in your shoes is tough..
Look at me, i am happy, though i agree they are a little rough..!!”Simi
Through the lens of my Soldier
You are the melody to my mornings, the chimes of my noon,
The chant of evening prayers, the euphony of the moon..
A marvelous unison of art and empathy, you amaze me each day,
May you bask in glory in abundance, with music all the way..!!
Happy Birthday Son..!!
“Dad i accept, you ought to return, the nation needs you more,
Nevertheless my little heart, beats loud, like the waves on the sea shore.
Trust me father, i will be a strong boy, will take care of mom and sis,
Still i want to honestly confess, it’s you, whom, i always miss !”Simi
He holds the guitar as close as he can, with smaller, he doesn’t want to compromise,
He desires to play the finest of tunes, to his highest pitch he wants to rise.
Engrossed in his music, unaware of the world, this little star has his own ways,
When i ask about the superb euphony, “They are chords mom..”, he gently says.
I love the musician in him, for his guitar is all, this artist desires,
Am so sure he ‘n his music would go places, ’cause that’s what he humbly aspires.!!
My little musician who indulged into music when he just touched 5...Or maybe much before that..his fingers could feel the strings..!!