Jai Guru Dev!

What a bliss!
To be at home,
My own sweet home,
Feeling sweeter than ever before.

I left home as a teenager,
Reached back as a grandfather,
Moving faster towards senior citizenship,
With no one around to talk to,
Except the four walls,
Trees, plants, birds and insects outside.

What matters it if I am alone,
I am after all back in my own sweet home,
Where the walls are keeping ready,
To tell me all that I missed at home,
All the long years I passed by,
Far away from home – my own sweet home.

In the darkness of the rainy night,
Night silence broken by frogs and insects,
Typical of monsoon wet nights,
I sat alone in contemplation,
When there came the sweet calling,
“Appu! Uppa! Appu! Uppa!”
Melody of the grandson calling his grandpa.

Grandson Akku fondly called Kallakrishnan,
Converted his grandpa into a hard rock,
Practising rock climbing amusing the grandpa,
While grandson enjoy each moment of climbing.

Oh! Akku you have climbed up on my shoulder,
Like climbing the mount everest, the tallest,
While I am falling down to the ocean of your love,
Wishing to be a child again and live as a child for ever.