Tuesday, October 23, 2007

MOTHER EARTH look at your so(i)n

Alone he stood

At the corner of the hall

Longing for a glimpse

Behind the wall

It was not the fault

Of this ten year old

Nor the lords

To whom he was sold

That now he z standing here

Bare foot, sans shirt to wear

Not enough if

Mahatma calls in HARIJAN

Its time mother for u to

Look after your son!

(Dedicated to all children who are away from their family coz of drought!)


This nite am standing alone,

That very thing haunting me

God its not gone

Please listen to my plea

I cant bare

The droplets washing my torso

Feeling the clouds stare

And as if bound by a lasso

But little did I know

That when the lightning glowed

All the sins in a row

Had begun to flow

Off my mind

Off my body

Away they flow

There goes even my ego!!

Saturday, October 20, 2007


I started to walk on the leaves the maple had shed

Clouds coming together like the newly wed

Wondering why the weaver's nest was asymmetric

Unable to spot the squirrel only hear the squeak

Blurred were even the images of the windmill

Even the banyan seemed to stand still

Yes, something was wrong with my sight

A world thro the spectacle was really bright!


Today my joy has no bounds

Am gonna got o LORDS the best of the grounds

Here are the two teams in black n blue!

Therez a man lacing his shoe

There goes the bowler in the best of forms

The ball moves away and is wide as per norms

The over z gotta end with 6 balls

coz o the wide its seven in all

Here z a guy to spin the next over

Hurray! The ball has gone over the cover

Oh where z the guy at gully?

Ah! I bet he was silly

He missed a couple o catches

U c, here catches win matches

Hey there is the gully now standing as a point!

God he has a bruised joint!

Look out thats a sixer

Uf cant get it better

A lotta straight n cover drives

Was tat a wicket??? No he still survives

This is a gud ball and the man plays it wrong

Thats his fate he z caught in the long

Here comes the other team to bowl!

To Win This is their goal

Hang on! Thats a sixer n the ball z gone

One o them get a century n the crowd turns on!

This is the ultimate moment of tension

One ball n one run

Last ball of the last over!

Goodness its all over!

The match is drawn and there z the departure!

But wait were i here jus for this from Manchester?

I ve had enough hurts, stamps and blows

N must go home with damaged claws

Though i kno a lot bout the wickets

I cannot play the game of cricket

Wonder who i am?

Just a CRICKET on a case of jam!

Oops! Someone z gonna stamp me, yup! Thought i lost ma breath!

Oh every time i come here its a game of life n death!