All About Life

It is not of a day I am talking about But for a timeline for which I have been ignorant Seems to have lost an eternity in being selfish I should have headed home A long time back

It had to come one day and from today – Sachin says adieu from playing Cricket for India. It’s a start of new journey for him but end of a 24 years long dream for all his fans. My first memories of him is from scorecard published in Sportstar magazine, which I used to religiously follow and was astonished to see how consistently he used to score runs for India.  With introduction of satellite channels in the 90s we Indian now can easily worship the cricketing God and witness the magic. Who will forget the blaster of 96, 97 and 98, the class of 02, 03 and 04 and the master of 2007-11. Thank you Sachin for all the joy that you brought to our life. Thank you.

it is not a fixture for the weak years of dream is at stake what you lose is your belief there are decision that haunt when all long you have tag along how it looks may end unlike there is a price you pay it will be unfair if only one bears the cost

when i reach the extreme when i see there is no road ahead when i feel weak and small when i can only smile i know it is time to let go there has been nothing like there will be nothing like the reluctant love the world behind my closed eyes is different is surreal is something i have concealed is something i have feared to explore is this something i have to live with i don’t know so far the reluctant life the nightmare has been old i have lived it in ignorance for all time and again it surfaces let me defy the consequence to live a life for the kin to explore the extreme to see the road ahead to be strong and big to laugh at challenges i don’t know so far the reluctant kind

The pain within Have placed me low I am reluctant to move I am too shy to share And now left with fate There is no ground to stand The assumed mythical presence Is drowning, vanishing fast The drooping shoulder Tells me I have never been a soldier Always fought a war within I have been blatant To an audience that I felt mine But now I fail in open The pain within I am not a master story teller To clear my stance in a laughter Though have raised toast I smile and add a moment or two I tap and I have crooned Taken a face every rain and summer The individual inside Nudge me at time The pain within