Some more old thougts for my Old-Man

Once upon a time on Orkut, in the midst of lazy nights
New were my words and virgin was the burning community
I wrote smiles, I was treated with roasted mice
I tried to reconcile, yet racial games got just right
In reply to her stupidity, I wrote the following lines
Not for her, but for me and my darling grandfather

"I am sorry for you grandma....................it tuned some strings....I love my grandpa.This time during holidays ,for the first time I had spent so much time with him & was able to analyse him(his character... at the age of 85 he washes his own clothes,even when his cancer has been detected)..man of character...and I am scared that he might not live longer...and as I don't live with him ..I am scared that I might not be with him in his last moments.
So I tried to put myself into the following lines... "


I fly on the mat of your tales, when I can't walk
You hold me when I cry.I cry but you wet me when I am dry
The lessons were not learnt, rather were made eternal
The smile seemed to be lost, still your charm topped
The craze was countered, wisdom of white shone
The love flown and the care.The care was known
Scary is the thought.I failed.I failed to say goodbye
To hold your sand is what I want.I want you to hold on
Hold on till I be strong to go on.Stay there and don't move
Even if you do, I promise what you taught me will not move.

Actually, it did happen... he died when I was away.