Warmth of cold nature

High and night! Dry and cold!
The weather was nasty and I bold!

Dark was vision,but feet were sure!
That direction was right,and heart was pure!

Thunder strikes and the ground shakes!
I wonder what is it that the baker bakes!

Counting in the blind,my eyes are open!
Nature beckons me,its fury no pun!

This is life,of natural chaos and beauty!
Free from tethers of any relations or any duty!

I hear my soul after long,it desires itself!
This body is a baggage,it offers no help!

To be with nature,understand freedom!
Let go of fear,find order in random!

As I walked towards the night and cold!
My mind kept saying-Hold,hold-hold!

And when you reach the eye of the storm!
Relax your soul,for it is fearless,without any form!

The hole in my heart!

There you are!

Standing before me as yesteryears!
I have not changed too!
Your eyes tell a different story though!

There you are! Yes there you are!
The evening is mild,and my heart is numb!
It used to race once at the touch of your thumb!
I get the feeling,like a sea without water.
You are here and so am I,but still it doesnt matter.

You! only you!
My dreams coped once you were gone!
They deserted my eyes,only pangs they borne!
I wished then if I could cut my heart.
But you were the hole in my heart!

I!
I too desired!there was an encore!
But strings are now cut,nor there is any core.
You are someone I knew before.
Now you are just the hole in my heart.

There we are!
I guess its time to part,in person atleast.
The seam of my broken heart needs u the least.
For Yesterday`s dream my eyes cannot smart,
You will always be the hole in my heart.

Hate....

Why? I ask in might!
Are these fauna & trees in sight?

Aren`t they free to be destroyed or hunted down?
To create space for the cement & spires,our jewel,our crown?

I am sure I am in a mad dream of past.
Who now has time to ponder that waste is aghast!

I hate the dew from heaven because it is so pure,
When we already have humanity and love to endure.

Why? I ask with right!
Are these houses not dark,full of light?

Power befits only few who can weild,
Stacking and stepping over those who burn and build.

I don`t know why the clamor for some godly spirit to come?
Gashes in earth and clashes in wars are so fun.

I hate the dew from heaven when it pours!
To all that is green and pure,in hatred my heart roars!

Anonymity!

Far Away in the dark gloom,
                                            In a night,where never no buds bloom.
My thoughts stole themselves,
                                            Mind bereft like no books on shelves.
The bliss needed no name,
                                       Darkness was both my master and my tame.

Stars hid themselves in the hangers above,
                                                             I too shrunk in my feelings,the lone alcove.
Needless was the struggle,I knew,
                                                 Bland were the spices,blotchy was the stew.
The horizon spread,calm and oblong,
                                                    Silence in perpetuity was the devil`s gong.

Trees hung on their roots,barely a life,
                                                   Moon was half too,as if someone had a large knife.
I trotted,unknown and aimless,
                                              The crescendo cut through the air,albeit soundless.
If only I had walked in the realms of dreams,
                                                                 The bite of this reality was harsh,rough were its reams.

Still I looked on,Thoughtful and living,
                                 For neither could I see the white dome,nor the shilling.
                                                               

HomeComing..!!

To the lands Where I Cried






I sat all alone! Pensive!!
Blocked all thoughts! Fensive!!
                                  I wanted a night alone,felt lonesome.
                                  But mind played tricks with,held me to ransom.

Indifferent ! I am now to pain and pleasure!!
For I had both the devils,in equal measure!                  
                                  Damn!Cross with myself for leaving my land this shore!!
                                  Fact reminded by one letter,the regal origins it bore!!

Illegible!The words written on the sheafs!
Tangible emotions,I sensed them in heaps!
                                  I dare not shed a tear here for it would be wasted.
                                  Even they are partial to the land they once tasted.

Land of Dreams,I came for! NO Stop!
No More dusty lanes,no more stunted crop!
                                  Jealous! I feel from the trees rooted deep!
                                  They know their place,only there they get a nights sleep.

Why? How? the reasons go beyong the reason.
Now! Never! to not to go back would be the treason.
                                   Hope!The Tethers release me,unquestioned,untried.
                                   For I will then catch the ship,back to the lands where I cried!

HOPE

HOPE



When I Think,I think HEAVEN;
                                                 The Gates Are GOLD,The Floors are SEVEN!
Yesterday only they told me near;
                                                   Never you have fate,luck or chance as your dear!

I too had problems,loads and loads;
                                                      Many a miles & so few were the roads!
Then I told myself,Listen!
                                       Don`t you do nothing and let your eyes glisten!

HOPE! I heard it in my head; 
                                             DO! for you can`t once you`re dead!
Its all in the head,Saint and Satan;
                                                     Never let stagnate the karma train at one station!

Good things and time come back;
                                                    Only you should have space for hope in your rack!
Time will fly!Oh yes it will;
                                          Do you want your story be just run of the mill?

OF-COURSE Not! For You deserve HEAVEN!
                                                                         Just Remember,keys are thoughts,lifts are given!

HOPE

Solitary confines of the 22 yards!!

You are recognized the world over,the teeming public in stadia and home chants your name,expectations tethered to your bat everytime,lacks of young boys shadow your skills,you have achieved greatest honors you are touted as a game`s great,you are respected and loved,you are .....

Sachin!

In the gloriously fertile space of a genius`s  mind,there exists little room for banality.When you delve deep into your energy reserves to make that dive,you realize you could have done more as you watch the ball racing to the boundary.Oh,how you wish you were four-five inches taller.Win! Win! It doesn't take 100 runs always,and it takes only one run in many ways.Spanking shots,elegant drives,effortless wrists,unpenetrable defense and cold steely eyes and then one dropped chance.You sigh! the world thinks you can make it all up,afterall you are superman,and you think-get back to basics.And suddenly you are the apple of their eyes with 90 to your name while the other guy nonchalantly gets the double ton.And then you are sore to them when you fail.You have to do well,you have to perform,its all your fault though,you gave them the panacea,and now they are addicted.

Normal? When you are normal? when you are celebrating the success of the team or when you from the grilled visor of your helmet wait for the red cherry to come near your wood? Do you sleep gloriously when you lead your team to  victory or you shift with a nervous energy akin to a young boy.You are also addicted.To the sweat dripping,to the bat raising,to the hand shaking and to the trophy wrapping.You are so very much tied to the game,you are all the more free.Greatly aloof from the known fact about your greatness,your mind is an island,purposeful and artistic.You think simple,while the world gloats.You think humane,while the world gasps at the divinity.Not their fault I say,there are those eyes that looks downwards-your eyes and there are those that look up-their eyes.You act,you don`t think! You mesmerize them not yourself! You do what you have to,every single time-to play.That`s enough,that is what all they ask for.Uninitiated,they will throw brickbats also,for they hate your counterpart,your worse half,the one who fails in the most elementary of tricks sometimes.
Tons of paeans are written the world over for you,millions watch the game so that they could tell their generations about your generation,and scores drool over your left handed signature skills and you?you casually listen to your music player and silently walk when you get a rough decision on the field? Didn't the energy of the world transfer to you.Why you don't change?Why it seems you are still the kid that played fifteen years ago?Your innocent voice perhaps hides more than we can imagine.To go to chasms and eke out the demons would be easier than to define a defiled page of your life and character.And it is not about deitifying you,it is more about getting the pedestal more closer to the commoners so that they can see you more,absorb your more.
Willful admission of the horror of missing you in the entirety from the game`s arena mitigates it somewhat.But the time is close. Notwithstanding some of the people have already retired you in their minds and possibly money ordering your pension to you,the majority of them would agree that none of the earthly limits one sets on a sportsman`s stature doesn`t apply to you.Age,records,wins,losses doesn't matter as long as the game is still made more beautiful-by you.The daydream spell you have casted so many times over fans and non believers alike is lifting but the real world is horrifying.The real world without your purity would not be a nice place to write or talk about.There would be no immortals,no heroes...only shards of reminiscences that would pierce through our memory.We would then remember what you stood for.You,however would be just normal,listening to music,in your home,albeit without those fluffy pads,without those beads of sweat and with no strings attached,in your own solitary confine.
The 22 yards will miss you Sachin once you are done!
Sir!