Playing Ball in Flood lights of Fame

Fame is flood of Limelight,

If you don’t know how to play it,

You often end up thrown back into dark gloomy lanes,

From where it all began,

It blinds you if you try to bask in its glory,

It shall cast a dark shadow,

Blinded by it, you won’t be able to play ball,

After faulting & floundering,

I’ve learnt to play with it pal,

The secret is you play as it is your last match,

No fear, no pain, no heaviness of expectation,

Having no burden of paper glories,

Forget you must the success stories,

One aim, one goal, one ambition,

To touch the Perfection!  

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PS:- Dedicated to One  Only Sachin Tendulkar 

Two Drops of Rain in Love

Two Droplets of Rain,

Were seen hanging on to high tension cable,

I was afraid, if the cable were to be electrocuted,

I was scared for them?

But they were engrossed into each other,

So absorbed into each other,

As if there was no tomorrow,

As if the rest of the world didn’t exist,

No fear of death, no fear of consequences,

Only an urge to unite,

They come close,

Sparks ignite,

The entire Universe illuminates,

With a crackling grunt,

They become one,

And start their joy ride,

They hit a pink rosebud,

Multiplying into hundred droplets,

Waiting for their turn to bloom!

Pain

Pain never lasts too long, 

Just like a leaf fallen from a branch of tree,

It loses its colour too soon,

How long the pain of not being part of the branch shall last?

When the sheen of the flame is lost,

It shall be at its brightest,

Shall flicker a bit,

And then with one gasp of smoke,

All pain shall go away,

The pain always last for a short span,

Not till eternity.

PS:- Inspired by Gulzar Sahab’s poetry

Writer's Block, Publisher's Delight

As I try to squeeze words of my pen,

The alphabets won’t come out,

Gripped with a fear,

Fear of being lost in an alien word,

I can not scribble I can not scribble,

A young lady much elder to me,

Ask’s  for a bookmark to be signed,

I freeze at her excitement and expectation,

Deep within me I heard a scream,

“Its not me! It’s not me”,

I jumped on to next flight to Himalayas,

Publisher’s villa,

In search for tranquility & calm,

So I could write the next best seller,

Switching off the buzz-machine,

But all in vain,

Those 7 days drove me insane,

On my way back home,

Baggage got exchanged,

Next thing I remember,

Hundreds of shutter boxes, blinking eyelids,

Lawyers pressing charges of possession of narcotics,

All became numb,

Cold, shivery, dark cell, a real hell,

Eureka it Struck me then,

Now what you see are

Episode’s of Prison Break!

Lie

Easy to execute,

Difficult to hide,

Impossible to sleep with,

Grips your neck like a serpent wrapped as a Neck tie,


Its a Lie ... Its a Lie.... Its a Lie...

The Darker Side of Corporate

I am standing at the twilight of my career,

Wondering have I truly lived my life?

Dragging my feet to the corporate sweat shop,

As mundane as it could get,

Documenting every single act of foolishness,

Captivating it in an electronic mail,

And guarding the gates of corporate jail,

To secure one, from creatures created by the devil himself,

Ohh yes I belong to the same father,

Opportunist, calculative, manipulative, Secretive,

Deceitful, superficial, pretentious,

I feel like a stranger,

An analog signal caught in the digital word.

Covering up,

All the goof- ups,

Burning midnight oil,

In flickering flames and dusty smoky rings,

Waking up with a heavy head,

For another morning affair!