Love is complicated

 I love my father

Have always looked up to him

Have found him invincible

As far as I see

He could do no wrong

Till that one day

When I realized

He never laughed with us

Like his laughter was reserved 

For guests and for special occasions

for us was his calm face

its angry face and his jovial face

not the laughter though

 

but this itself was not when I realized

that love was a complicated emotion

I started to see his flaws

Which kept growing and growing

And yet I saw those rays of lights

When I saw the father of old

Who I loved and loved

 

And so today, I love my father

And yet, there are days

When I think he is selfish

When it think he is flawed

When I think he is vain

When I think he is sanctimonious 

When I do not like him

But always, all through above, I love him.