When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I dropped out of “Childish High”.

(1Corinthians 13:11)
When I was a child, I liked aeroplanes,

I never got to fly in one, or even fly one,

When I became a man, I settled for cars ( forget ’em planes).
Back in the days, I sang for planes- every chance I got,

I know you did too, whenever you heard ’em pass,

Looking up with admiration, to see how big or small they were.
I thought they did rock the sky!

Listened to stories about them too,

Like how they have “roads” in the air, ridiculous!
When I was a child, I looked up more and more,

To see planes, count planes, squinting my eyes.

Didn’t succeed on cloudy days, those invisible planes!


When I became a man, I lost the enthusiasm,

Now looking up less and less,

Planes seem much normal, I don’t seem to care.
I couldn’t tell if it’s a war plane,

I look up less and less,

Could I possibly feel enthused again?
My scope: Looking up less and less to God, is one terrible thing that happens to people. We can’t afford to “get used to” God.

To: Daddy’s Favourite.

Dear daddy’s girl

I know you’re what I’m not

Or rather, cannot be

And I won’t try to be
Ever since you were two

You’d sit on daddy’s lap

He’d tickle you until you burst-

Into giggles and your ribs would hurt
I know you were not looking

As I stood beside you watching

I wanted that too and more

Too bad I couldn’t afford it
Remember how when I broke a mug

You ran and told on me to him

The worst day of my life it was

I make mistakes and so do you.
I’ve tried a thousand times over

To put a smile on his face

I scarcely get it right

Yet you don’t even have to try
My birthday gifts to him –

Always get a second-place

You may not know how hard I try

But somehow it turns out sour
I write to plead with you

So hear me out, I pray:

Let me be you for a day

Let me be daddy’s favourite.