The Magic

Another long poem - only the second one though;)

With the football fever on, just can't miss out writing on it. But this time central theme is shared with another topic. So hold your breath and read on to find out which topic shares the centre stage with football.

The Magic

Image

There in the dug-out he waited

For his chance to play

On the world's biggest stage

In front of the millions

Today he wanted to play
Not for the crowds
But for his childhood love
A thousand miles away

To honor the promise

Their childhood hearts had made

For that was the last time

They saw each other

And he was sure today

That she will be watching

Just like she used to

Before that fateful day

Waiting for his run with  the ball

Enduring the rain and the sun

Only to see him dribble the ball

For this spark started their love

The coach barked - You are on

He jogged on the pitch knowing

A magic he will weave for whenever

She watched, the magic was on

The ball touched his feet

Snuggling around his feet

Like a dog snuggling around its master

Moving around him in circles

Playing with the defender he was

Yet waiting like a hunter he was

For the time was not yet right

And the magic happens only once

Then the moment came, the magic started

The defense frozen in shock

Like a breeze he went through

With ball leading its master

Looking up he saw

The only man still unfazed

But today was his day

His magic will beat him today

And he unleashed his pet

The ball rose moving away

Then curved and dipped

Leaving the unfazed stunned

And he knew it, she knew it

The magic had never scored

For though it produced the spark

It always doused the fire - their love...

 

There it is. This blog has been moving into unchartered waters for some time now. So do throw up some light on the way with your feedback. :)

On a different note, the upsets on Spain and Germany and a listless England, the world cup would miss out the attacking talent these teams have and a whole lot of goals. Hope they tighten their games and we have a great rounds of football ahead!

My First Love!!!

There she was. I had known her ever since I can remember. Most part of my childhood was spent with her. When I was with her, my mind would just go on and explore her coutless little features. When I was not with her, I would be recounting the time spent with her. My friends were also mad about her. They had also fallen for her. And so have a million others. She had her rules. Yet the rules always produced different ways of approaching her. What's on her mind even the greatest observers could not tell. To everyone, she showed a different feature and everyday we would try to decipher this new feature. My friends told me she can never be mine as so many others felt the same too. Yet my child-like enthusiasm blinded what my rational mind tried to tell me. Love is blind; I learnt much later. So true like a man in love, I tried to meet her, tried to impress her with my skills, tried to learn the zillion expressions she had so that for one moment I can find what her mind thinks. I courted her day and night for when she was with me, I felt alive. I felt this is the greatest moment in my life. I lived in this esctatic state for years. I met her daily to feel her, to make myself live another day. However, as in every Hindi movie, you always have a villian.

Here it was studies. I tried first to manage both. In the beginning I was successful. As the years piled on, I was seeing more of studies and less and less of her. I was thinking about her, whenever I could find time for she was always there, waiting for me to come and meet her. Slowly and steadily, the daily meet was reduced to weekly meets, and then the meets disappeared. Still I was able to look at her, adored her intricacies that I had fantasized for so long. I could look at her continuously sometimes secretely sometimes openly.

As I was getting used to this, then came another villain which is so non-Bollywood. This was Work. Now I had to leave my city and had to go away from her. For months I could not see her. Sometimes during a year, I would get a chance to meet her for a while and phoosh! She would vanish, citing some or the other reason. As seeing her became rarer and meeting still rarer, my hopes started diminishing. These days, I can only read about her what my friends say. Sometimes I can see her online updates or descriptions of her from some new fool. So I wait these days, hoping against hope for a miracle....

So thats my story of Valentine day. Ending this on a quote by some guy like me -

"You can never forget your first love"

PS: Guess who she is. A hint - she shares her name with a type of insect
Wishing you all

Happy Valentine's day

At least in U.S. people would have just woken up to it. :)
This is my offering on Carnival of Love hosted by Megz.

Updated on 18th Feb:
She is the game of cricket.