Forgetting you

I am leaving you alone

As you wanted me to do

But I donno how to forget you

As you told me to do

It will be a favor for me from you

If you could tell me the way

To forget all the memories regarding you

Those nice times and low times

You know it well

How it will be for me, to forget you

You know me a little too well

That’s why you could get away

Hurting me with wars of words

Many a time than once

Virtual world isn’t insane

The relations aren’t faked up

But when you can’t see it

Why there is any

I wish if there is some telepathy

So that I could enter your heart

And let you know what I feel

But when you are so determined

To hide beyond my reach

I am left alone with endless tears

Even those tears look unreal for you

As you are busy rejoicing your new life

With your new found glory hunter

Flying through the skies of dreams

With no trace of me in your heart

Why am I the only one to miss you?

When you don’t miss me an inch?

Why should I go through this agony?

When you got the power to forget

Why can’t you share it with me?

Nithin.R.S.

Alone

It’s better to b alone!

Farther away somewhere in a hill,

Watching a setting sun,

With birds flying to their nests,

All alone!

I wish I be going there,

To spend some time,

With my soul thoughts,

When all the relations,

Come to an irrelevancy state!

There is nothing but silence,

Inside the mind,

Memories are slept off,

To free the soul from bonds,

To enjoy the beauty of life,

So close to the nature,

Embracing the mild breeze,

Feeling the fragrance of nature,

The time will snarl slowly.

Too slow from the daily life,

There will be no stress,

No pain about losses,

Won’t be missing anyone,

Will be alone, loving life again!

Nithin.R.S.

David Beckham the Icon

In the early nineties,

A bunch of young lads progressed,

From the academy of Manchester united!

Who, later turned out to be the champions,

surged into the senior squad of United.

Among those, there was a gem

named “David Beckham”!

Everyone noticed him for the looks,

But he proved that his legs has more value,

The goal from the halfway line

Announced the arrival of the star!

From free kicks to corners to penalties,

David weaved magic on the football pitch,

Running down the right flank,

Putting crosses across the goalmouth,

He created chances after chances,

and numerous goals were scored on those.

He may not be a great dribbler,

But, he is one of the best crosser and passer,

in the game of football.

He reaped success after success with red devils,

The “NO: 7” ,became an iconic number.

He became a super star, groomed by SAF,

He became a cult hero, youth Icon!

With fans across the world emulating,

his ever-changing haircuts.

The passion, he brings out of himself,

Also, from the team,

During matches is enormous.

Many a match won on his late bursts,

The red card against Argentina,

Put a black mark on his game.

But, beating all odds, he bounced back

The free kick,

Against Germany is a piece of history.

The penalty,

Under pressure against Argentina,

he buried the ball past the keeper, for a sweet revenge!

From the darling of old Trafford,

he switched to be the darling of Bernabau,

He became a part of elite galacticos,

producing excellent football without success!

But ended the stay at Bernabeu,

inspiring the madristas to a title!

He may be a brand ambassador for corps,

But, he is the global ambassador for football.

Now,

Ventured into the Americas,

A challenge to spread, wings of soccer there.

He presented innumerous divine crosses,

Scored gems of goals,

From, the dead ball scenario!

That curve on the ball,

Every one says, “Bend it like Beckham”!

It’s a gift of the god for him

The ability to pass,

from any part of the pitch,

with amazing pinpoint accuracy.

With his academies,

he is grooming talents,

to succeed his legacy!

His legacy will remain forever,

As an iconic footballer, who thrilled the hearts.

Beats

Drums are beating,

Heartbeats of life!

It dances with passing moments.

It’s tense,

Hoping,

For, some good things, to happen.

Yet,

Expecting, the unexpected!

Someone’s is sad,

And, that of other one is enjoying.

So contrasting!

Mind,

The creator of comedies,

And, the dictator of tragedies,

It is the judge,

Which decides,

The Future path of life.

These beats are the bits;

Of dreams of someone,

And, it’s the prayers,

Offered to the god.

Love-sick is the madness,

That causes the trouble,

To the rhythm of these,

“Sweet beats.”

It’s the tears,

Of,

Untouched glory!

And, that of lost hopes.

It’s still beating,

Beating in accord,

With the tune stringed,

“By the mighty god,

in the heaven”.

Nithin.R.S.