on the move - yet again

the distance between the kids and myself is growing everyday

i see that they see me like how i used to see my dad and like any other kid sees their father, strict, stern & distant.

while i, well i do not see them much, by the time i am home they are getting ready for bed if already not sleep, i check up on them atleast a couple of times during the night, just entering their room gives me such peace of mind, they are like my little angels, the feeling cannot be described in words, each with their unique personality and may be much more that i am not part of any more

fathers live with this guilt all their lives and we pretend that we know how to be a parent while our input into the process is minimal

some more travelling is on the cards & as faiz put it "hua phir say hukm sadir
kay watan badar hoon ham tum, dain gali gali sada'in"

have to be away for a much longer time this time and i am well on my way to becoming a even more distant father to my kids which is something i cannot help anymore

misty colored memories

she came like a cool breeze on a sultry afternoon

dressed in a shade of green so luminous that she appeared floating on air.

I sit next to the window the whole day waiting for her, looking back on it now, it explains my poor grades

“would you sing for us, naveed” she said to me once

her words hung in the air like musical notes whereas I, speechless, to learn that she knew me by name in a room full of boisterous kids

love affair with music is a tribute to her, every time the song is played i relive the thrill of singing for her

never will this memory fade or wither with time