A Few Explanations

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When I smiled at my world

I retraced a track of favor

She had offered me

I helplessly stared at her

And stood with a query in mind

Why can’t she sense it?

I knew there were answers

She had to confess

Maybe, a few explanations

Crafted to stop me from her

But I was a meaningless chapter

Who failed to understand her

Who followed her everywhere

Who questioned her emptiness

Who stopped her many times

When she wanted her freedom

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I Want To Become A Writer

“I want to become a writer!”

“Writer? You mean, someone who lives by selling the craps he’s written in books?”

“No! I never wanted to become a writer in your mindset. I would love to become a writer who loves writing, neither for acquiring public’s attention nor earn some penny for living, rather than doing anything else that makes him happy. I’m not saying anything against their dreams upon me; writing what I’ve in me on a piece of paper using my ink strangely makes me happy. I don’t know why!? It always help me to find out a real flow of happiness in me.”

“Okay! Act according to your wish. But keep this always in your mind that writing one or more books wouldn’t help you to fill your empty stomach whenever you feel like having something to devour. Never follow all those fancy- crazy imaginations in your dreams; chasing your unrealistic dreams in a real world would makes you unhappy at any point of becoming a writer. Don’t compare yourself with all those writers who’ve chased their dreams and became a well renowned writer in the history. Your writings aren’t that interesting for the readers like you think. And you know, this is 21st century; everything happens here for money and a reason. Although you’re 21 year old, you’re still so immature to accept such kind of implicit facts.”

“Okay! I know —”

“Have you ever thought about your future? How it would be if you’re an unsuccessful writer?”

“Nope! I haven’t—”

“Don’t think too much about your craps right now! Earn something for yourself and lead a superb- cool life, Man. You’re not that bad to do it, I think”

“Yea! Of course. I’ve to go now. See ya.”

“Okay! Bye.”

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A Writer’s Pen

He dreamt of a fairy-tale

Bits of paper flew away

An end, left undone.

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God’s Speech

God's Speech
“Friends please settle down, I’ll get more emotional! It’s hard to believe my wonderful journey is coming to an end. I’ve a list of names to thank. The first is my father, who passed away in 1999. Without his guidance I wouldn’t be standing in front of you. He said ‘chase your dreams, don’t give up, the path will be difficult.’ I miss him today. My mom, I don’t know how she managed a naughty child like me. She just prayed and prayed from the day I started playing the game. For four years I stayed with my uncle and aunt when in school, they treated me like their own son. My eldest brother Nitin doesn’t like to talk, much but he said, whatever you do, I know you will give 100%. My first cricket bat was presented to me by my sister Savita. She still continues to fast while I bat. Ajit my brother – We have lived this dream together, he sacrificed his career for me, he took me to Achrekar sir first. Even last night, he called me to discuss my dismissal. Even when I’m not playing we will still be discussing technique. If that hadn’t happened, I would have been a lesser cricketer.

The most beautiful thing happened to me when I met Anjali in 1990. I know that being a doctor there was a big career in front of her. But she decides that I should continue playing and she took care of the children. Thanks for bearing with me for all the nonsense I’ve said (Anjali wipes tears). Then the two precious diamonds of my life Sara and Arjun. I’ve missed out on several birthdays, holidays. I know for 14-16 years I’ve not spent enough time with you. But I promise you I will spend the next 16.

My inlaws – I’ve discussed several things with them. The most important thing they did was allow me to marry Anjali. In the last 24 years my friends have made terrific contributions. They have been with me while I was stressed. They have been with me even at 3am when I was injured. Thanks for being there for me.

My career started when I was 11. I was extremely delighted to see Achrekar sir in the stands. I used to ride on his scooter and play two matches a day. Sir took me along to make sure I played. On a lighter note, Sir never said ‘well played’ because he didn’t want me to be complacent. You can push your luck now, Sir, since I’m not playing cricket anymore.

I started my career here in Mumbai. I remember landing from NZ at 4am and playing a Ranji game the next day. The BCCI was fantastic from my debut. Thanks to the selectors. You were right with me making sure my treatment was taken care of.

Thanks to all the senior cricketers who have played with me. We see on the screen Rahul, VVS, Sourav, Anil who is not here. All the coaches. I know when MS presented the 200th Test cap, I had a message to the team – I said we are all so proud to be representing the nation. I hope to continue to serve the nation with dignity. I have full faith that you will serve the country in the right spirit. I will be failing in my duty if I didn’t thank the doctors who have kept me fit. Given the injuries I have suffered. They have treated me in odd hours.

My dear friend the late Mark Mascarenhas. I miss him. My current management team WSG, for continuing what Mark has done. Someone who has worked closely with me for 14 years is my friend Vinay Nayudu.

The media have backed me a lot, since my school days. Even today. Thank you. Thanks to the photographers for capturing those moments.

I know my speech has become longer. I want to thank people who have flown in from different parts of the world. I want to thank my fans from the bottom of my heart. “Sachin, Sachin” will reverberate in my ears till I stop breathing.”

PS: Final words spoken by Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, the God of Cricket, during his retirement ceremony from the cricket world has broken my heart, and it’s one among the best I’ve ever heard of from a man who strongly believed in miracles and show the world how does it happen in reality. *RESPECTS*

The Vibrant Bliss

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I stay in front of the door so long,

Waiting for my love to open it
With utmost eagerness and temper.
When she opens it in her new outfit,
I’m fully beyond the control
So that she can control me with her spells.
Her beautiful lips strikes on my sight,
And compels me for a passionate kiss.
Our hands crosses together in its flow,
Breath and feels like we’re in heaven.
Suddenly I notices the shyness she has,
But it disappears so magically
When I keenly look at her eyesights.

With every heaving, breathe
His tongue flickers for more
His every caressing touch gasps my soul,
His body trembles with every desire,
And My feelings are too strong to brawl.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last
A flame ignites in raging fire
Our passion rises in warmth
As my body quivers
As each beat quickens

As our moans whisper in night
You can feel me quiver
Wanting for more

She certainly kills me slowly with her love
But by taking in the whole breathe from a man,
With whom she had been sharing her dreams.
A moment where 2 souls crossing their fingers together,
And the glory of nakedness spreads all around them.
The strong bond of attraction on her makes me insane,
That too with a beautiful passion and love for my half part.
I linger and subdue the whole her,
Looking at the innocence in her vital body,
Gasps so strangely at the moment.
Our fingers and eyes crossed again,
But this time for a few more…!

Tonight, Oh my special one!
Like the cherry on cake
May your taste be on my lips,
May your touch yearn for more
You may lose control
But I want to feel your love
Like the way you utter
“You are mine “
Warming up to blazing fire
Lost in ardour of dance
Falling on his ardent arms
Like heaven unwrapped.
For he is mine
Now and forever
Our veracity of love-
That we are bonded with hearts
And that sensual kiss
That seals our minds in love!

PS: Once again, here is another romantic group blogging post that I did together with the girl with the scorpion tattoo, a brilliant blogger and a BDS student from Mangalore, India. Click here to find the person who had written the femine portion of this awesome composition, that too in a most romantic and loving way. We had already made one before, and hence we thought of sharing an update which can bring some additional random natural human feelings and emotions for the readers. Hope ya all will enjoy this. Have a good day. God bless. xoxo

The Dreaming Soul

As I got down from the Train
I saw so many new faces
Every person had a tale to share
Every person had something to tell
I stood there trapped in the lane
Looking to hold on to that
Which silently slipped again and again

I tried again, tried real hard..
But there was something that was not visible to my eye..
Something that I could feel was there.. Somewhere near..
It called me in many ways..
And I went among the crowd.. To a direction unknown..!

Finally, I found him there
With a completely new face
And a much better outfit.
He is not a kid anymore,
Though I loved the way he looked like.
It kept me standing there for a few seconds,
But with a hope to understand who am I?

There was something surreal about the reflection
I couldn’t pin what it meant
Was he a part of my inner soul
Or was I dreaming with open eyes
With so much to ponder
With so much to think
I got lost in the thoughts
As I forgot to blink

Several memories flashed by..
I didn’t know which one to relate..
I was lost in my own thoughts..
Lost in my own world..
When suddenly somebody pushed me accidently..
I got a little confused..
Coming to reality with a sudden knock..!

Gosh! Where the hell am I?
Either in a dreamy or real world?
What happened to me?
Where is my inner soul?
This was not an unexpected reality,
But a painful alarm I had been waiting for.
My identity was hidden behind his shadow.
Perhaps, this moment has a few more things to tell about myself.

PS: Another group blogging post I had written together with Shruti Fatehpuria (http://ashadeofpen.wordpress.com/) and Swati Jain (http://simplyswatij.wordpress.com/) from India, with whom I always do try to keep in touch whenever time permits. For me, these 2 girls were perfect strangers, but they already knew towards each other since their childhood onwards. Those who have been looking forward to read a number of heartfelt pieces of poetry and personal thoughts, please do stop by their blogs and have a fantastic reading time there. Have a great Sunday ahead for all of you. God bless. xoxo

The Stranger

No more objections!

Don’t blame me for what you do,

Cause I haven’t ever seen you in the real world yet.

But when it comes to my bodeful dreams,

Why you always do keep mocking me in?

I know, you’re not real;

The parallel strangeness hides all around you!

May be, I’m a little afraid on your unique identity,

Gestures, reddish left eye,

Peeled off skin and body parts.

It doesn’t make any sense to me,

Whether you’re a zombie or not?

If you’re, then how come you own a silly other side?

One who talks to me a lot like a friend,

Not just a friend,

A closest one who knows all about me than others.

Even though, I’m outspoken about this stranger,

My intentions can be wrong.

But I really wish to talk and listen,

And keep in touch with him whenever it’s impossible.