Wednesday 21 September 2016

Running Between The Wickets!

This week's prompt
What is it that we are running after? Isn't it time to step back and enjoy life, nature, family or anything we really love

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Running between the wickets was once my passion.

The above prompt made me think............For long I have been running, running, and running........, but not between the wickets, for I have long forgotten to run for the runs.........

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India’s World Cup victory in 1983 ignited passion for cricket in me. As I watched Kapil Dev taking that legendary catch off Vivian Richards, I vowed that I will one day play the World Cup finals by myself.

This is the story of my passion for running between the wickets……



I saw that match,
That wonderful catch,
Which sent Viv Richards out,
In that all important bout…..


I saw him hold the cup,
With flow of champagne and wine,
And got shivers,
Down my spine…


Took out my bat and ball,
In a moment, was joined by my pals


Playing with a rubber ball,
We drew stumps on the wall…..


We played day and night,
With all our will and might…..


I dreamed of holding the bat,
One day, on international mat……


I shall put the pitch on fire,
In Lords, Oval, and Lancashire….


I shall send Imran for a six,
And put Aussies in a fix…….


I shall hold the cup again in hand,
India will rule the 22 yards land….


But when I grew,
It was entirely a different view….


I did well in the game,
Got some name and fame,
I took good catches,
And won a few matches….

“He is good with bat,” the word spread,
But my dad sternly said,
“The pen, and not the bat,
will fetch you your bread”…….


Pen is mightier than the bat, I was told,
And pen was the thing I went on to hold…..


The stumps, bat and ball,
Lay in a corner of hall…..


Then one day…………..


I saw the old stumps,
And got goose bumps……


The bat came to life,
And ball ready for a strife……….


I called up a few old chaps,
Who all came wearing white caps…..




The world around me changed,
As the stumps were arranged…….


As I hit the ball,
Over boundary-wall,
I realize, this is something,
Which was my true call…….

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Saturday 3 September 2016

Don't Hate The Mask!

This week’s Prompt......

Mask and masks, masks everywhere. What is it that the mask tries to hide? put it in prose poem, poetry, micro-poem, haiku or anything lyrical.


Mask on me, mask on you,
None can tell, who is who!



Mask on him, mask on her,
Masks come in various, colour and calibre!


Mask on the face, mask on the eyes,
Mask for the naive, mask for the wise!


Masks are long, masks are round,
If worn well, they give power abound!


Masks are enticing, yet masks are trap,
Look, there’s one, down the white cap!


Mask on the truth, mask on the lie,
With a mask on face, you never feel shy.


You loved your mask, but was love your mask?
I never knew, chose not to ask!



Don’t hate masks, masks aren’t sin,
‘cause without your mask, you can’t win!




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