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
A strange city, In the mornings a little dusty. The early A.M.s have a shivery cold, But with its love a warmth it holds.. Known for its divine beauty.
A house is built, brick upon brick, With concrete to make them stick, With heavy wooden doors, All happiness it stores - Even in the corner of an attic.
When you find it difficult to rhyme And if it happens plenty of times Do not worry, my friend, Your troubles will soon end, Not every poem deserves a dime.
When you sit down to write After procrastinating for days & nights, Words don't come at once. There's usually no hint of brilliance. Persist. It's in the dark that one finds light.
Give me a pitch dark sky And a million firefly I'll make the heavens starry But without you, its all blurry Cause without the moon, even the stars cry.
I see headphones tangled in their own Tea cups falling into no-chai zone Everyone is thinking to chill n Netflix But I just want to order fries and fish I don't need no metronome.