When 10 crossed 20!

Those for whom the paths were laid

The twinkle in eyes, the lights never fade

To enrich many lives they adorn this abode

to instil faith and that timeless goad!

Sometimes you wish you could do more. More in your capacity to admire and the enthusiasm to follow. You could do more than just marvel. And you could do more than just sings paeans or just write.

I could realise that through an epiphany, when the bhakt inside me was all too ready to elevate his deity. The nothingness of the motif had already cast its spell. And that's why I am going to stop. No amount of words can exemplify the kind of effect he has had on a whole generation, the generation I was a part of. So, it's better be left unspoken and rather be felt to absorb its real essence.

Long live the master.

An Ode to the heretic!!

Here's a long lost crappy creation of mine which I found accidently browsing through my mails. I hope it will bring a smile on your face. :)

O sehwag, what a swagger

nothing stops you from flaying with your dagger

seldom do we find you in a sombre mood

hunting always, you make bowlers brood

there was a time you were not in the team

then there was a talk how to tackle seam

and you arrived one day, with all your vigor

made them pant and made them simmer

Legacy of yours is hard to die

the talk is on to get your eye

The way you bludgeoned them into submission

Hope India shows the same intensity in their vision

You deserve a place in the rank of greats

A cog in our artillery, one of the biggest threats

You will live on for a hundred years to come

but the stature you have achieved will always be dear to some!

Last hope

He took a mould and tapped my head
packed me pristine and thus he said
"You are my last hope, go live your life"
and he sent me down, all on myself, all too naive
and I was unpacked and shown the world
that how we spin in this morbid whirl
and I guess I inherited a guiding light
which helps me cope in this gloomy night
I am HIS son, and I know that well
and I will do my bit, my bit for this hell
but how I wish, I was not his last hope
will this last forever? my mind says - nope!

The return

Sitting lifeless, in a state of brood
confines so cold, and emotions so crude
that is when I hear a knock
picking up the splinters and unwinding the lock
I pick myself, rearrange my bits
moved forward emerging from the pits
Inundated with second thoughts, hesitation in gait
what's on the other side, I followed the bait
With trembling hands I open the door
and I see my old friends - humanity, love and a few more.
The void had killed me a thousand times
and conscience spurned by demonic chimes
My existence bled everyday caught in a timeless maze
how I wished they were back to rid this haze
Bedazzled I stand, and anxious to invite
for the first time I'm gonna love, and I'm gonna love their deride!

Faces of pain

Ah, there's so much to wonder!

a feeling of life, why do I sunder?

why the glum is so different in your eyes

when I have seen all the brazen skies

I see here the pride in pain

but why is it for you, an object of bane