THE BASKETBALL MATCH

Bereft of the limelight

I strolled towards the arena

The atmosphere added to my tension 

The absence of the great pinched me

Incapably, unexpectedly

Quite immature

I was to stand in his place 

The first match

Was a gift 

Wrapped by unexpected

And revealed victory

It was still a long way

And the next was impossible 

The final day arrived

Hundreds of eyes lingering 

Staring with hope 

It began in good fashion

Time was against us

It leveled the score 

All ready to draw the last blood 

Perhaps not by experience 

But as birth right 

I stood to throw the last

What happened next will be history

But will remain a colossal tribute

To the basketball team

And HARSH!!

WHAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND

The big shots often tell

That seldom

A realization exists

Between the reel life

And the real life

Dreams into reality

Is a long way

Trodden by many

Completed by a few

Some will remember you 

As a name 

Very few will remember you

As a fame 

The reality hides 

Behind the fact 

The number of people 

Feel the essence of your presence 

In your absence!!

  

THE SWINDLER TRUST

I reached a place of uncertainty 

Nine feet above the above the clouds 

Holding onto 

All the branches 

Crushing some on my way 

But still there was someone 

Always there by me 

Probably our trust had brought 

Her here 

That fragile trust 

Was long ago broken 

I could see the reflection 

But the not the real her 

Or 

Maybe someone 

Whispered the poison 

In my ears..

Just drop by drop ... 

TWO FACED HUMAN BEINGS

People change 

Just as seasons 

Only for motives of benefit 

They suffer drastic change

Someone 

With whom greeting were 

A compulsion 

Now looking at each other 

Is a forceful action

Reasons are many 

But life reminded me 

As it it echoed in my ears 

"I am way too short for ALL YOUR GRUDGES"!!

GREAT LIARS

There often exist 

Great liars 

Who not lie others 

But deceive themselves

Who not fool others 

But fool themselves

Once I also fell into the trap 

On that path 

Assured of happiness 

But could not see 

Imagined soothing raindrops ahead 

But could not feel 

At half way 

Near a lake 

When I washed my face 

My reflection could not see me 

As the real me 

Was somewhere left behind 

Deceived on its path!!

WHICH ONE ARE U?

Many people around me 

Masked men 

Masked women  

Laughing and smiling

Really?

Or 

Trying to forget 

Beneath the pyramid of their smile 

In that deep corner 

The tomb of reality 

Is still alive 

Knowing this

People pretend to be

According to their Image 

And not 

Create the image according to them !

MY LIFE

Long ago,

Some years down the lane

I had crucified myself

And my life

Deserted me on the journey

Probably attitude did not allow

Me to turn back

The heartless frame

Walks, runs , thinks

Everything but

Forgot that

living is more important than life

Good were those days

When pleasure walked aside

Good were those days

When laughter played with me

That imprint is

plunged deep onto

sands of my memory

And life somewhere

left behind

But still kept walking

Could only see the destination

But not understand

Why I am being dragged

Till there  

THE WAY HE WANTED IT

From the human eye 

If u see

Another human 

U are the human made by God

If the veil of religion 

Does not cover his face 

And poverty is just 

a part of destiny  

And not desire 

where the wisdom heals 

And not demolishes 

And the human race  

Where it emerges winner

Not by killing others 

But itself standing atop

Then will the world be 

"The Way He Wanted It!!"

SEARCH FOR THE LOST

Eyes not in the 

Desperate search of anyone 

Simply 

Or probably it has 

Lost his own shadow 

Silence whispered to me 

The answer lies within 

Darkness flashed to tell

Let thou be right 

In the gasping thin air 

I could feel my heartbeat 

Not for the best but 

At least good 

I will stay in the dark night   

In your search 

Knowing that you are not there
But believing that 
You are there

HOLIDAYS = BORING DAYS

The number of missed shots 

Kept on increasing 

The count of holes on the dartboard

Became countless 

The utter silence 

Completely surrounded me 

And every moment 

Its noise grew louder 

Only the clock 

Ticked away into the silence

As these boring days 

Gently passed by... .