New age warriors!

In times of iniquity, they showed the light,
Battled long and hard against the powers,
Gave rise to a new world for many a poor
And etched their names into time's hours
They were the warriors of yore
Whose sweat and blood gave us today
But the word lays lost in the mires of now
Amongst new age warriors, who fight each day
These struggle to grapple with each new evil
As it creeps closer each day to man
Hounded by issues of work and love
This is how, they say, the new era began
Each man fights a battle of his own
Each day, in every way, he tries to survive
Against the forces of nature combined
To preserve the flailing remains of love, alive
And so you and I can join the ranks
Of the brave warriors with names of glory
For each day is a test of courage for us
And each win, will go down in history!

Joy of living

Walking past those dusty stalls,

Past all that bickering,

Amidst the whole crowd,

To enjoy the dry leaves raining.

Splashing in those muddy puddles,

With little care for the world,

And watch patiently

The hungry scruffy bird.

Smiling happily,

When those tender drops of rain,

Fall against your scorched cheek

And forget all pain.

That, my dear friend is pure bliss

‘tis the lord’s willing

In those moments of happiness

Lies the joy of living!!

Another try

Mired in time's funny ways
I try hard to move just one limb
But he's got me tight, he's got me good
Maybe I am more than a little whim
So help me God for here I stand
With a lost will to laugh or cry
I yearn to feel, just feel again
Please let life give me another try

Sport...life...the same thing...

It'd been quite a while since my palm used to be home to many a badminton racquets...It'd been quite some time since i had moved my arm high enough to smash the darned shuttle cock right into the opponent's gut... In fact, it'd been a long time since i pretty much moved my arse! Besides, my last ten attempts at trying to show off my sporting skills had ended me with ten different injuries- each more frustrating than the next, i might add. So, understandably it was with some anxiety that i stepped foot on the sacred soil of the court this time round.

And lo behold! I survived that night! In fact, i more than survived! I even managed to kick some serious butt! If my over-inflated ego ever needed a push higher up the ladder, it was this. I go play badminton after God alone knows how many years and still come out without embarrassing myself... far from it, actually! Ha! Things just seemed right in life at that glorious instant... And in the normal way that adrenalin seems to work, my brain starts to go into overdrive envisioning sights of professional tournaments and pedestal places for yours truly.... I never denied an over-zestful imagination anyway...or o be more precise, never denied being dangerously optimistic...Hehehe....

And i continued to dwell in happy dreams of sports...in plural. One badminton match won equals a selection into the state basketball team and a college champion in table-tennis! Then only tennis will be the childhood dream yet to be conquered... So I'd take up tennis lessons and soon beat Sania Mirza... I'd probably have to build new show-racks at home for my many medals... But hey! Once i start winning, I'll be earning enough to probably buy a whole new house! Especially with the ad-mad world we live in...the million bucks ain't all that far away, is it? And as i walk back home, exhilarated by the first taste of success, the Heavens seem to smile and shed a happy tear... And as i feel the wetness against my cheek, i feel blessed...like the gods above seem to approve of my plan! That no match is going to be daunting enough...

And once i returned to sanity after my adrenalin-high, and the bubble quite literally burst, i continued to be buoyant...if only just. Yet, that one shot at sport had reignited the spark in a life I had long given up on. The rush of blood to my head opened windows i had heretofore been quite literally blind to. Sigh! With the predictable murkiness that my life had become i somehow lost sight of the smiles that only a ruthlessly fought game of basketball used to bring... or the triumph one can feel only after destroying an opponent in badminton... or just the sense of life one is infused with after a particularly demanding game.... one after which you aren't quite aware of your limbs any more...or the nervous excitement during the build-up to a game that just keeps you alive....in more ways than one can even begin to understand! Sigh!! Blinded by life...although nobody can claim credit for messing my life up other than me!

But as i come the proverbial 'full circle' am just grateful for the new lease of life that my renewed passion for sport brings.So,socks on...laces tied...hair drawn back...eyes alert...scoreboards' cleaned...whistle blows....Time for action! Time for life!