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11/20/2007
Little Master- An eulogy
One upon a time, not so long ago
Walked upon the green turf
A boy with a willow wielded aloft as the chrome
Set out to conquer the whole wide world
Quickly he learnt… ‘prodigy’ everyone hailed in unison
Dispatching the cherried beauty into parts far and unknown
With such deftness akin to a master
Whose actions spoke loud but not his words
Such was his magic that the whole world bowed
In defeat and victory he acted as the ‘man’
Accepting them as if they were part of the plan
Never was a human so intense on the hallowed ground
Who breathed every time the love of his life
Fighting it out till the legs went numb,
Shoulders ached, the body gasped for breath
The mind still figured out ways to stay back
Coz he has never known what it was like to quit and turn
Blessed are those lives which blooms on the public light
Fighting sometimes became hard, with constant Cyclops checking him out
Finding mistakes that exists only in someone’s mind
As the years piled up …
The boy grew … as were the stars that bore his name in the sky
Like a warrior, bronzed under the sun
He moved on to greater heights
Most of them knew by now that he was special
Time being the greatest judge stands proof to that
Do we need to tell the maestro that it’s time for him to walk?
--That lifelong running and many a battle can tire the bravest of souls
Issit worth telling the Sun… when to rise and when to fall?
Not giving the doubters a chance
He’ll walk away into glory… when the sunset comes…
With his head held high
Li’l Master’s legend will grow… forever
Long after the golden days are gone
When he kindles the fire sitting on a lazy chair…
Dusting the fog… reliving the memories on faded snaps
Do remember to tell the near ones what one bard once dared to mark--
You gave us joys in the only way you could
You are and will be the little master
Walked upon the green turf
A boy with a willow wielded aloft as the chrome
Set out to conquer the whole wide world
Quickly he learnt… ‘prodigy’ everyone hailed in unison
Dispatching the cherried beauty into parts far and unknown
With such deftness akin to a master
Whose actions spoke loud but not his words
Such was his magic that the whole world bowed
In defeat and victory he acted as the ‘man’
Accepting them as if they were part of the plan
Never was a human so intense on the hallowed ground
Who breathed every time the love of his life
Fighting it out till the legs went numb,
Shoulders ached, the body gasped for breath
The mind still figured out ways to stay back
Coz he has never known what it was like to quit and turn
Blessed are those lives which blooms on the public light
Fighting sometimes became hard, with constant Cyclops checking him out
Finding mistakes that exists only in someone’s mind
As the years piled up …
The boy grew … as were the stars that bore his name in the sky
Like a warrior, bronzed under the sun
He moved on to greater heights
Most of them knew by now that he was special
Time being the greatest judge stands proof to that
Do we need to tell the maestro that it’s time for him to walk?
--That lifelong running and many a battle can tire the bravest of souls
Issit worth telling the Sun… when to rise and when to fall?
Not giving the doubters a chance
He’ll walk away into glory… when the sunset comes…
With his head held high
Li’l Master’s legend will grow… forever
Long after the golden days are gone
When he kindles the fire sitting on a lazy chair…
Dusting the fog… reliving the memories on faded snaps
Do remember to tell the near ones what one bard once dared to mark--
You gave us joys in the only way you could
You are and will be the little master
May your legend ever grow!!
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11/02/2007
DreamScape
Staring at some broken lines...
Blankly, in a doped state of fixation
I was like a wrecked dream, like an abject non-entity
The lines mocking me...
At my efforts to understand myself
I guess that’s the toughest part
Understanding something that doesn’t make any sense
Chasing dreams… and not knowing what it was all about
Rising like the Phoenix ... straight from the ashes
O' how I want to fly again...
Does not matter how insane it might seem...
Life isn’t only about the-- unbroken, unbent and perfect things
It’s also about what you can imagine
No rules, no shackles holding me back...
Trying hard to join the broken tracks
I will define my means and the ends too...
Otherwise life is such a terrible waste
I am a free soul; unbound, unshackled to the core
The broken lines…
Giving me some hints that no one else could see…
The Holy Grail… hidden somewhere
Telling me that there’s life even after despair
Coaxing me to fly even if my wings aren’t there
Exhilarated after my rendezvous…
Tears of joy flowing… after the reincarnation
Reviving myself to join the broken lines
And then swiftly I ran towards life…
Blankly, in a doped state of fixation
I was like a wrecked dream, like an abject non-entity
The lines mocking me...
At my efforts to understand myself
I guess that’s the toughest part
Understanding something that doesn’t make any sense
Chasing dreams… and not knowing what it was all about
Rising like the Phoenix ... straight from the ashes
O' how I want to fly again...
Does not matter how insane it might seem...
Life isn’t only about the-- unbroken, unbent and perfect things
It’s also about what you can imagine
No rules, no shackles holding me back...
Trying hard to join the broken tracks
I will define my means and the ends too...
Otherwise life is such a terrible waste
I am a free soul; unbound, unshackled to the core
The broken lines…
Giving me some hints that no one else could see…
The Holy Grail… hidden somewhere
Telling me that there’s life even after despair
Coaxing me to fly even if my wings aren’t there
Exhilarated after my rendezvous…
Tears of joy flowing… after the reincarnation
Reviving myself to join the broken lines
And then swiftly I ran towards life…
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