Love @ first sight...

How many of us believe in 'Love @ first sight..".? Not many. But, scientifically its proven that love at first sight is due to the imbalance of hormones that causes a surge in the feelings of a teenager. I penned down my "Love @ first sight.." feelings..

Came she from eternity,

what has she got with me?

any bond of reality,

not necessary to be with me.

Sight of kindness,

face of brightness,

height of chillness,

all putting me in sickness.

Angel from the sky,

wants me with her to fly.

As she walks,

she opens up my locks.

Dived into a mirage,

further realising its a cage,

I couldn't manage,

with my full rage.

Gorgeous is she,

but, don't know how her character will be.

In the practical life of heaven,

my romantic thoughts are drowned.

Crowned as the queen,

wearing a jean,

she is my dream,

crossing me in seventeen.

"She is a fantasy"

as I used to sing the song.

She is really a one,

making me think along.

She asked me, "Did you see two books

and an album over there?"

"N-N-No", I said in a little fear,

standing just five feet near.

A pimple on her left cheek,

making me a freak,

thinking about how to seek,

started my mouth to leak.

Lavender flowers blended,

with lilies of night rendered,

all these have plundered,

with my heart will go on haunted.

Incidents, did connect us,

this being an eternal bliss,

as long as she is a miss,

I will live in her remembrance..

Love..

Does it need an introduction, a definition..?? It is Love that takes you to places or causes the downfall.. My sceptic beliefs on the immortal feeling, LOVE..

Love, only a mirage,

for the sixteen age,

after spoiling your range,

makes you pay the wage.

Love, a time waste,

if you are in haste,

you are ever lost,

even from the Yemen's list.

Love, a slow poison,

can murder you without any sign,

being a sweet killer,

kills you even before things become blurer.

Love brings hatred,

if you haven't tasted,

it whole-hearted,

then life becomes dotted.....

Cricket World Cup 2003

Its cricket again. India was World Cup runners. It was an awesome moment for us Indians. But, saddening part was also there that they lost in the finals. This poem was written during my eleventh annual exam.

Fourteen teams fight,

with seven on each side.

Each play six,

is what the ICC fix.

India making a quiet start,

but, ending the league with a bulls-eye dart.

Its all about beating the Pakis,

where each of us believe as luckies.

Everything behind Sachin and Sehwag,

but, our captain doesn't want to talk.

Zaheer and Srinath on their pacy way,

joined by Nehra at the blue moon bay.

Kaif and Yuvi, the blended youth,

also with Mongia, having in some faith.

Nobody could be compared to the THE WALL Dravid,

who will never ever become livid.

If Bhajji hits a six, a lion roars,

but, if Dada hits a six, a mouse squeaks.

The cup of joy is their choice,

Win the World cup, Come on Boys.

Fate of India

Mother India and her condition when I wrote it in Eleventh grade. It hasn't changed much over the years and we can still call it an evergreen situation..

India is great,

but, now, bribe is the fate.

From birth to death certi,

all should be in cash,

or few household things

should reach them in a rush.

Water scarcity on one side,

blood scattered on the other,

but, nobody ready to order,

not even to bother,

but, if it goes on this way,

soon India won't have any odour.

Match Fixing

This was a poem written by me when I was in Ninth grade. Cricket was hit by this huge controversy called MATCH FIXING. My childish feelings @ that point of time..

Match fixing scandal,

for cricketers its vital.

A group of Hansie,

can make cricket fancy.

Bribe is money,

they eat it as honey.

Not only very bad,

but also very mad.

For a six,

they will fix,

and for a four,

they raise a crore.

In amazing victory,

there is some mystery.

Cricket, a gentleman's game,

now, called in money's name.

Talk about cricket,

all the people neglect,

As a game,

it is a shame.

Abicool Inc.

DISCLAIMER:

This article might not be good to read. Its about a worst thing that can happen to the family and friends of a person who is in heaven right now. The date, March 25, 2008 was the second worst day of my life. The thing more undefined than death is the one trying to define death.

There are somethings in life that we would like to erase. There are somethings in life that we would like to treasure. Both the memories are stored at the same place, but, effectiveness in accessing them is different. Some memories stays pleasant but, some reminds us of acrid situations. Both the memories are part of the same life, but, one has the liberty to choose which one, he would like to be reminded of.

Sad memories are like alcohol. Once you get addicted you would like to have the more of it. Its a train of thoughts that runs very fast such that, although you try not to remember something, you would eventually end up thinking about it. It gives you a new high and you start blaming incidents, that shouldn't have occurred, but ended up occurring. If only I had a Time-Machine, I would have had my dearest friend Abicool sitting beside, giving me suggestions to move forward in life, no matter what the circumstances would have been. If only he hadn't chosen to leave the earth and remain in peace in heaven, life would have been an altogether different experience for everyone associated with him. The eternal truth remains the same, the 'if-only' clauses are not going to bring him back.

But, the happy memories associated with him will remain the same and he will remain in our memories as the ever smiling baby boy and I would like to carry on with these happy memories of Abicool, although its going to be an Herculean task.

Love you Abi!!!!!