Monday, August 24, 2015

A Tight Slap


Ishaan, my son, the one-year-old toddler slaps me today. I decide to document it.


He and I,  Inseparable
He breathes, I exist
He cries, My eyes moist
His giggle, My smile
My Lil finger, his support

And then,

He walks
He drifts away 
He becomes independent

"slap,
He slaps again
A tight Slap
A rude awakening"

'I ponder upon'

Why the attachment?
I ask!
Can i stay detached?



My heart 
still tugged with his

He's my blood
He's my Kin
Am his Papa

I console Me
Naah, he isn't rude!

I sleep;
My eyes wide open,
With his tiny palm
tattooed
on my cheek.

The slap,
His first Slap,
Engraved on me forever.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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