Thursday, March 31, 2011

My first love...

He walked on the field two decades go.
Had me at a century when I was five years old.
Every time he smiled,
A spark twinkled in my eye.
Not knowing a word about what he did,
I became mesmerized with every stroke he made.
Like re-living the fairy-tales I used to read,
Watching him play like a warrior,
Was the closest I got to see knight in shining Armour.
A silence enraptured me every time he came on,
The background noise around me
became white mute noise.
The yelling of my parents over the volume of my TV,
was lost in my maze,
of being engrossed with this curly haired wonder.
Never was I fascinated with Disney princesses and prince.
He was my prince Charming to my Cinderella.
He was my Aladdin to my Jasmine,
and I'd wander whole new worlds with him 
On a magic carpet along with his cricket bat.
Such beautiful fantasies I got to envision,
Every princess and prince do have their fallout,
and even I did for almost 3 long years.
When it comes to your first love,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Three years of not seeing him,
Made me realize what I missed out on...
He was in his lowest of lows,
Yet I didn't lose heart,
Because he was the resilient warrior,
Who could destroy any witch or demon.
Trying to block his path,
He eventually did and
Climbed back to the pedestal where he belonged.
Now more proclaimed him as The GOD than a warrior.
This GOD deserves the best and 
Finally his deputies seem to come through for him,
Get him what he has most coveted for two decades,
The mother of all Cups-the world cup.
Destiny awaits him and he will make it happen,
For a quiet guy he is a storm to reckon with
For me he was the first love I knew 
and the true eternal love I will always cherish.
Tendulkar you had me at a century,
You became my god at a double century.
And you will always forever be my first love...





Thursday, March 17, 2011

A decade has gone by but somethings can't be forgotten. Everyone tells me to be practical about it and move on. The truth is i could never move on. Everyone has written me off so thats the way things should be.  I can't think of anything that has had so much impact in my life that its past has a strong confluence on me and no matter how much you try to forget, you cannot.


Monday, March 14, 2011

Emptiness...

I refuse to say what is needed,
I don't know whether to be quiet,
Or be heard in this emptiness.
Is it wrong to feel wanted and
Be like a veiled woman in a desert,
Reassurances are good only
If they held meaning.
What am I to say when the world,
Unto itself makes you feel parched.
Emotions stirred inside you pricks,
The seering pain is ecstasy..
But the feeling of pain remains,
Unwound and unbound in this vastness.





into the wilderness...

Into the wilderness,
They both walked
Into the yonder.
Without any expectations ahead.
Time and again obstacles arise,
They thought they would face it,
Little did they know that
Life is one fucked up mess.
The more you try to resolve this,
The more complicated it becomes.
Even thinking becomes a part of,
an incomphrensible  jigsaw puzzle.
One claims to be immuned to the other,
Yet the other is drawn to this one.
How does the other overcome immunity,
To be a part of the one...
Not a day goes by till this wait will fade,
The wilderness is filled with surprises...
One wonders what it has store for these two.