Stop Faking

Stop faking to me
for things which I can possibly see
I remember the last smile you had on your face
I thought you were happy, but now I know it was not the case
coming together this far, you decided to stab me
I can see through the glass, your designs to nab me
and use me and throw away in the bin
I wasted myself, it's not you but I who committed the sin
Forlorn, I'll walk away into oblivion, is what you think
the boat has capsized, but i will not let it sink
will sail through troubled waters, hope to reach an end
will walk down the unknown path, with things to amend
I know I will succeed because you will no more be there
Dark clouds will wither away, a new sunshine will be here
Dreams might have collapsed, but will never fades
I think I will find a way, way beyond these gloomy shades
I will be happy one day, thinking it was me who loved you
I have got my share of moments, the one who has lost is you

Return to me!!

I am still there waiting for you

I almost forgot when I last met you

But there's no one stopping me

to hold onto that string of hope

But I care to make note of few things

which is going to help me cope

with what I can go on to lose

but for my will, I will stay

until I get the sight of that noose

I have tried to make amends

to what I could possibly do

let the path of pain commence

I will do what I need to do

I have faith that you will return

either to be with me or to mourn

but I will cherish that moment

when you get weak to think about me

a moment to lament and foment

I never look back beyond what I could possibly see

for what could have been and what could be

I just think that you will return to me

to help the trust win and not me

because I may not be here tomorrow

but one that goes on to live will be the sorrow

of not letting the trust win

I beg of you to return back

and complete me in what I duly lack.

Blast from the Past

My eyes were witnessing the perfect manifestation of peccadillo, which is going to cost the team I adore, very heavily. It was a bumpy ride to say the least, with fortunes switching sides like the LJP leader RVP. The moment you thought it's done and dusted with, there comes that fireball of uncertainty ready to bleed hearts. It was a heart break, and unfortunately for fans like me. A person not given to composure at such times can become dreadfully annoyed. MI, right through this tournament has flattered to deceive, and when we started to move towards the business end of the tournament, they seemed to have moved away from business. There's nothing wrong in losing, but the way you lose, which sometimes seems to have become a habit, is surely a point of concern.
By this morning, I was quite pacified and reflected upon what MI could have done better to find themselves in a comfortable position. Solutions didn't come through, but a strange analogy gripped my mind. Suddenly, the things I have come to witness from MI, more often than not, are the things which I was quite used to seeing in mid nineties.
MI, with all their might and talent, seem to be an incarnation of the team of 90's. Ironically, they also have their name ending with "Indians". I just wonder, how these things can come back to disappoint us.
The way this team plays, is very much similar to what we have already seen from our national team in 90's. One man army. There you had a single fighter standing among the ruins, trying hard to mend the team's losing ways with individual brilliance, and yet captaining the side. Whoopsieee!!! What do we have now? A similar set of players, or rather a bundle of nerves, who are so fond of watching themselves in dire straits that even the patrons would have felt jealous.
That loss to Zim in WC 99 still hurts many of us. Among all, we chose Henry Olonga to be anointed as the king of the match. Yesterday, we were seeing nothing different. Munaf Patel is the new hero. A man, center point of all the jibes and tirades, not so long ago for his attitude and behavior on the field, had managed to pull it off for his team.
The one common thing, which stares directly into our eyes, is the glory associated with captaincy for a certain man. Calling him a man in itself is blasphemous. The legend fought hard yesterday, which he was doing circa 90's all the time. Your heart goes out for the man who has fought hard throughout his life, but still finds him and the team he commands on a slippery pitch.
Heart break it is, for me and umpteen fans, but HE has to fight again with HIS team tomorrow. Let's wish him and his team good luck!