#father

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  • saral32 2d

    पिताजी

    भले हमारे रिश्तों में थोड़ी बहुत कड़वाहट रही....
    पर जब तक पिताजी रहे,चेहरों पर मुस्कुराहट रही!

    ©saral32

  • quotewindow 1w

    If his heart is kind
    but he still pretends
    he must be a father
    who keeps his stand.
    ©quotewindow

  • uyirttezhu 1w

    அப்பாவின் அன்பு
    அவரைப் போலவே
    வார்த்தைகளால் வெளிப்படுத்த
    முடியாத ஒன்று...
    ©uyirttezhu

  • ashish_says 3w

    नि:स्वार्थ भाव से साथ निभाता है
    एक पिता ही है जो खुदा का रूप होता है

    ©ashish_says

  • puzzled_thoughts 3w

    Papa

    Today, I am allowing myself to be a little hurt,
    I am allowing myself to be able to mourn for you,
    Because you aren't there anymore.

    Days, months and now years have passed by,
    But I remember your last laugh, your last voice, your last heartbeat and never heard a goodbye.
    You gave me strength , you gave me hope,
    But then you left, and I yearned for more.

    Some relationships are weird, yours and I were like one,
    You taught me all, and smiled through whatever little time you had, and went alone.

    Everyday day I think about you, your face, your voice and every memory where I could find and meet you again in past,
    For there is nothing left at last.


    ©puzzled_thoughts

  • omjangid_ 3w

    Backbone of our Journey

    Sometimes
    You will be scolded by them for the little mistakes committed by you
    Sometimes
    You will be punished by them in the test results
    Sometimes
    You will be mentored by them to your path in life
    Sometimes
    they will shower the words of wisdom for empowering you
    Sometimes
    They will be the reason for your happiness
    Sometimes
    You will be motivated by them to reach the pinnacles

    And in this way you will be the kind of person you want to be in the journey of life
    ©omjangid_

  • mr_author04 3w

    Hello everyone,

    It will take hardly 2-3 min to read this. So please read it. May be it will be helpful to you.

    (It's not fake you can check my profile/page, mentioned below)

    After the completion of my 7th book,
    I'm doing 4 different books on 4 different topics.

    1. "Meri maa" (for mothers)
    It's special becoz it would be totally a letter book and you have to write a letter to your mother.

    2. "Pita - ek palanhaar" (For fathers)
    It's totally based on fathers and you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    3. "Friendship- an unconditional relation" (For friends)
    Here also you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    4. "Jannat - peace in heaven" ( for any beloved person/place/things)
    It's also very special becoz photo will also there along with your photo based on your write up.

    Eg. - if you give on mother/father/friends/teachers, etc. Photo of that person/place/things will be there.

    #Ps :- "with one paid anthology you'll get one free anthology also"

    If you are interested to get published in book and if you want to gift something.. This book will be the best gift for them.

    For any further details, contact me :-

    WhatsApp :- +91 6203608218
    Instagram :- @deo_prakash04
    Facebook Page :- Deo Prakash
    Facebook profile :- Deo Prakash





    #anthology #maa #motherslove #fatherslove #friendship #friendsforever #bffgoals #bff #mirakee #mirakeethoughts #writer #booklover #bookstagrams #author #motherhood #father #grattitude

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    Announcement

    Hello everyone,

    It will take hardly 2-3 min to read this. So please read it. May be it will be helpful to you.

    (It's not fake you can check my profile)

    After the completion of my 7th book,
    I'm doing 4 different books on 4 different topics.

    1. "Meri maa" (for mothers)
    It's special becoz it would be totally a letter book and you have to write a letter to your mother.

    2. "Pita - ek palanhaar" (For fathers)
    It's totally based on fathers and you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    3. "Friendship- an unconditional relation" (For friends)
    Here also you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    4. "Jannat - peace in heaven" ( for any beloved person/place/things)
    It's also very special becoz photo will also there along with your photo based on your write up.

    Eg. - if you give on mother/father/friends/teachers, etc. Photo of that person/place/things will be there.

    #Ps :- "with one paid anthology you'll get one free anthology also."

    If you are interested to get published in book and if you want to gift something... This book will be the best gift for them.

    For any further details, contact me :-

    WhatsApp :- +91 6203608218
    Instagram :- @deo_prakash04
    Facebook Page :- Deo Prakash
    Facebook profile :- Deo Prakash

  • searching_sanity 3w

    The Reasons

    Many people often ask why do I hate her :

    My Mother never divorced
    She never got married
    My mother lives like a divorcee
    She lives like someone married

    My mother would spend day and night in my sick days
    She would conspire for my father not to stay with me in my sick days

    My mother would spend last of her penny on our happiness
    She would accuse us of stealing money that she used for wrong deeds

    My mother would add sweetest of things in our delicacies
    She would add dead people skull powder in our food

    My mother would love me adore me with gifts
    She would scold my father for giving even a box of sweet

    My mother would always say words of praise to world
    She would call us slut, bastards and all ills to the world

    My mother would want me to achieve my dreams
    She conspired so that I won't stand against her

    My mother would love me most with blessings
    She would often curse me and cuss me with witchcraft

    My mother showered every ounce of love in my celebration
    She curbed everything she could for her self in my happiness

    My mother would get our dresses designed for family functions
    She warned relatives not to invite us at any family functions

    We lived in confinement for 18 years for no crime and the criminal enjoyed all they could. The list is endless, and still people ask why do I hate her !

    ©searching_sanity

  • miss_as 4w

    Father

    Na jane kitne raaz chupai phirte hai
    Na jane kitne ansoo chupai phirte hai
    Na mehsoos hone di kabhi paiso ki kami
    Har baar dikhti rahi bas ek hi nanhi pari
    Kehte to maa ke baare me sub hai
    Kabhi baap ke ansoon ke peche ka dard dekha hai

    ©miss_as

  • myinkispoison 4w

    Them

    Have you ever felt like a piece of your soul got ripped out because they are no longer here?

    They linger in the walls, like ghosts that refuse to cross over.
    The space they left behind has now become warped with memories of what once,
    And never will be again.

    They may lay dormant for a while, but when they awaken they bring with them the memories that you have kept in the back of your mind.
    Replay.
    Pause.

  • sorted_scribbles 5w

    #poetry #father @miraquill @writersnetwork
    Based on a true incident of a poor man with his child at a doctor's clinic.

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    All about money!

    He was anxious
    With eyes of despair
    No not factious
    But worth a stare!

    He loved his child
    And held him tight
    Was it the way he styled
    Something was not right!

    As he went to get in there
    Oh so fast and so runny
    How much will I have to pay here
    Was it all about the money!

    All could see
    But not help here
    For his pain and agony
    That's how father's persevere!
    ©sorted_scribbles

  • majesty_ 5w

    Slowly

    We only go to sleep, have a good dream, and wake up
    The sun only rises on a great day just to set
    That's why I'm scared to be happy, knowing it will fade
    Loving memories only to be foreshadowed by the bad
    A newborn child, a graduation day, promotion from all the hard work you've made
    The excitement, the thrill of getting something you've never had
    I'm happy, and I hope that won't end, and if it will, I hope it ends slowly
    Even if it leaves a big hole in me

    ©majesty_

  • yasirahmad_ 5w

    Rain

    Rain always effectuate joy, hope and
    It Refreshes each and everything
    Everyone sends good tidings to these
    Small diamond-shaped droplets,
    Be it an insect or a giant tree,
    Every part of mother nature is dancing
    With joy, everyone is celebrating
    This moment till it's going to last,
    Summer was unkind with these
    Little bugs and shrubs, now they are
    Standing out in the rain with their
    Hands pointing up towards the sky
    And making merry with their loved ones,
    They're joined by two lions, by their
    Size and shape they appear as father
    And son, they are dancing, playing and
    Splashing the water from the potholes
    There is a stream running next to them
    They jumped into it, and son
    Climbed on his fathers back, trying
    To hold on to the mane of his father,
    One can easily assume they've
    Met each other again after
    A very long time, while watching
    Their play, Others are joining them too,
    Celebrated their union, and
    They are now happily together.

    ©yasirahmad_

  • blackwench 6w

    sometimes happiness is whiskey and Women.

    my father has a clear voice,
    i could describe it with the certainty most fools possess.

    whenever he whistles our hair follicles erect in unison, beaming with newness as the sounds sip through their cracks.

    my father prefers the company of whiskey and friends, women and praise.

    whenever sits in their midst his cheeks look powdered and pink, he's happy.

    he's never alone
    unless he's home.
    ©blackwench

  • nemesis_here 6w

    Things I left when I left him

    On this dayspring
    I have to leave him
    My condition is disintegrating
    and soon I'll perish
    I'll give him scars
    I know that pretty well
    But I can't afford to
    make him see me that way
    I'm leaving for good
    that's my excuse
    I stepped on the porch
    I'm walking out of our garden now
    Looking back again and again
    I trace the path where I'm heading
    and my tears trace our melancholy
    He'll wake up in a few hours now
    and notice that I'm gone
    I've left my soulmate behind
    to take care of him
    so he won't feel alone
    I've performed my last rituals
    in that house already
    I did all I could afford to do
    as my seven year old's daddy
    I've left for him his favourite sandwiches
    on the table for his breakfast today
    And I've bought him that bicycle
    he always wanted to ride
    I've bought some video games and toys
    for this Christmas too
    and hid them in our secret base
    I've left my chequered pink shirt there too
    that he adored
    stuffed with cotton in an attempt
    to give it my demeanour
    The top left drawer of his closet
    is now home to
    the keys of my Beetle
    that he'll get when he turns eighteen
    And there I've kept an album too
    of all our pictures till last night
    that'll remind him
    of our happy times
    And most importantly, I'm leaving
    all our memories together with him today
    that might as well fade away some day.
    ©nemesis_here

  • cracked_soul 7w

    Adhuri mahobat

    Unhe faslon ki arzoo thi humse humne unhe door kardiya,
    Mahobat ko unki humne apne zahan me hi kahin gum kardiya.
    Wo nahi chahte the hum unka naam duniya ko bataye,
    Isliye bina unka naam liye humne unka fasana sare aam kah Diya.


    Faslon ki ajeeb adat hoti he,

    wo yadon ko aur mazboot aur logon ko aksar mazboor kardete he.


    Door kardiya humne unhe ,
    Magar unki yaden na bhula paye.
    Mana pahli jaisi mahobat nahi aab unse,
    Magar kambakht hum unse nafarat bhi na Kar paye.


    Raas na aata tha unhe pyar humara,
    Kahti zid he humari bas unko Pana.
    Kese samjhau us nadan ko hum,
    Jisko wo zid ka naam de rahe he wo unke liye bepanah pyar he hamara.

    Aab Jo fasle he humare darmiya ,
    to baate band ho gayi he.
    Unhe lagta he unke liye humari mahobat aab kuch Kam ho gayi he.


    Koyi Bata Dena unhe,
    Jo paymana wo apni kuch pal ki mahobat see Tay Kar Gaye he,
    Aab aane wali har mahobat us paymane me toli jati he.
    Kasam khuda ki chahte to he hum fir dill lagana,
    Magar na Jane Kyu mahobat ki sui fir unpar hi aakar atak jaati he.


    Unke kehne par humne bhi koshishe ki dusre rishte me mazroof ho Jane ki.
    Kisi aur haseena ki zulfon me khud ke gumo ko bhulane ki.
    Magar kambakht mere dardon ko ye manzoor Kahan tha,
    Mujhe to har haseena mili tute dill ke sath liye parchayi unke adhuri chahat ki.


    Me muqamal ishque ke khilaf nahi ,
    Ki muqamal ishque to khuda ki rahmat he.
    Magar Hume to adhure isque see hi ulfat he,
    Ki muqamal ho Gaya to fanah ho jayega Mera adhura ishque sahi magar zinda to he.


    Aksar jab mahboob chod deta he to use bewafa ka khitab mil jata he,
    Sach kahu to mene bhi unhe bewafa karar Kar hi Diya Tha.

    Magar jab unki kahani Jani to samjha ki


    Wo bewafa kese ho sakti he ,
    Jab usne kabhi wafa ka wada Kiya hi na tha.
    Galti to humari hi he na,
    Hum dill unse laga bethe jinke dill pe kisi aur ka naam pahle see hi likha hua tha.


    Wese haal unka bhi kuch kuch humare jaisa hi he,
    Na Hume humari mahobat mili na humari mahobat ko uski mahobat.

    Magar yahi to khubsoorti he na dill lagane ki.


    Dill wahan jakar atkega deewane ,
    Jahan use jalane wali shama ho.
    Ankhen us haseen chehre par atkengi,
    Jahan pahle see hi kisi aur ki mahobat ka pahra ho.


    To yaron Alam aab kuch Yun he ki ,


    Unke kahe mutabit hum unse ek shab bhi nahi kehte,
    Aab hum bhari mahfil me bayan karte he wo sab,
    Jo ye lab unse kabhi band kamre me bhi na kahte.


    Puri nahi karunga ye Kavita ki


    Adhure isque ki dastan Puri kese ho sakti he,
    Aur agar Puri ho gayi to ye Meri kese ho sakti he.
    Hum to apne hi guroor me adhure fasane likhte jayenge,
    Kyunki aap hi batao kabhi suna he muqamil ishque ki dastan ne shauhrat hasil ki he.
    ©cracked_soul

  • scarlet 8w

    Each of us were in a world of our own
    We never learnt to love another
    All expressions of love were silent
    The silent strength of a mother
    The silent care of a father
    We mistook silence as an expression of love
    And now we're constantly misunderstood
    Silence is a language not many would understand
    ©scarlet

  • authorbhawani 9w

    Father

    "You r like a magnet
    For me who has
    attracted me toward the right and repelled me from,
    What is wrong,
    Your love is everything for me,
    & you encourage me in every situation,
    You are truly my superhero
    I can't recall the number of times you bailed
    Me out from sticky situations."
    ©authorbhawani

  • jkhusty 9w

    #love #sadness #missingyou #father #iloveyoufather

    Seems like yesterday when I saw you laughing,
    It was meant to be today that I want you smiling.
    Somewhere along the lines the curves on your face became less bright,
    And although you were in pain, you kept everyone alive.
    The memories that lie scattered are engraved on my heart,
    For I have been told to separate you from my past.
    But how can I possibly detach what's wrong with my heart?
    These all too familiar aches, reminces the way your absence tore me apart.

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    Missing you

    Seems like yesterday when I saw you laughing,
    It was meant to be today that I want you smiling.
    Somewhere along the lines the curves on your face became less bright,
    And although you were in pain, you kept everyone alive.
    The memories that lie scattered are engraved on my heart,
    For I have been told to separate you

  • smarnuel 9w

    That look on a father's face
    When in a marketplace
    His daughter's cravings
    The payment for it he cannot raise

    ©Smarnuel