Bat
Last ball of cricket worldcup, last batsman got his first chance to bat
couldn't balance himself at the crease as he was too fat
The bearded long-hair bowler came running like a wild beast
and fancied his chances of a hat-trick-wicket feast
when the batsman shook pissing in his pants like a pussycat
A bat from heavens above flew fiercely towards his feared eyes
and he took his eyes off the bowler and stared at the skies
You may call it luck or hook or crook, but please take another look
He swung his bat so hard and played a shot totally out of the book
The ball goes soaring for a six and the hurt bat - far away it flies
Crowd goes crazy as they cheer the lightning last-ball win
With some blood on his bat, the batsman ponders his sin
The bat cries in pain as it could no longer bat an eyelid
As the batsman wonders if it was all worth the bid
he is lifted and celebrated by his team, kith and kin-
Well, that’s exactly what freedom is not about ...
Why in just 1 line?-
The Regal Spring
The winds of March are yawning from this dawn
as spring is waking up on fairy land
The yearning and the woes of winter's gone
and hope is blushing green again as planned
The buds are stretching arms and kissing skies,
petals release themselves from time's prison
The Earth is laughing in flowers' disguise?
Or Gods are painting hues that’s long hidden?
But what's with spring and buds and painting Gods?
It's just another season that will pass
The hues don't feed and yet demand applauds?
It's time to chuck the rosy tinted glass?
Your mind is where you sow your thoughts as seeds
Your heart is where you grow flowers or weeds-
be it in Rio or Rome
You need a stone foundation
of perseverance and dedication
A mortar that holds together
joys, sorrows and rough weather
Pretty windows for sunrise and sunset
to cheer you up when you are upset
Flowers buzzed by bees once a while
to force that much needed smile
A floral design open armed door
gladly welcoming guests in galore
And a huge-hearted loving roof
where nobody feels lonely or aloof-
I am good but not God
Sometimes I too get mad at ease
I might have had that day that’s odd
Sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
Sometimes, all I have is worry
And they may see my other side
I may get edgy but I want them to know
I never meant to take it out on them or you
Life has its problems and I’ve mine to bow
Sometimes maybe I bit more than I could chew
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
so please don't let me be misunderstood
— Slightly modified the song by Nina Simone-
but sometimes you may not see
the woods or the wildlife
no passers by to wave a bye
no sunshine, no moonlight
no stars but just a blank blue sky
no roads with signs of left or right
no beaches or mountains
not even the horizon
that splits the seas from the skies
No questions, no answers
Your job is
to keep rowing,
create few ripples
and keep moving
with time
-
tight
with jail-like ribs
concealing flesh
shrouding layers of skin
with both hands
and ten fingers
but still
your heart knows
how I feel for YOU-
like everything else
sooner or later
like it or not
ready or still finishing
contented or craving
your life’s gonna end
Mystery is
no one knows
when, where or how
It’s hiding
in your blind spots
Make the most
of every moment
of every day
Touch the hearts
in the deepest way
Leave a void
you can see from faraway
More than this
what can I say?
-
Kohli goes for a duck
Dhawan yells “What the f* #k!!”
The Sundars and the Axars
couldn’t hit those sixers
We couldn’t even hit it a little farther
while facing arrows from the Archer
It was the day of the Buttlers & the Roys
the ball didn’t come to the bat of our boys
Today our bowlers took the bloody blows
The English crushed a billion Indian egos
Because today’s flat pitch
didn’t behave like a cunning bitch-