Missing the soul

Am I the same?

As I once used to be.

I really wonder now!

Why am I so calm?

I never been so,

It’s unlike my nature!

It’s now bothering me.

I am facing tense situations,

With promises to meet,

But am I tense?

Really!

I believe, I am not!

I used to be worrisome,

Thinking too much,

On everything that is irrelevant,

Now, too calm to be worried!

I wonder!

I amn’t missing things,

Like the way I used to be.

Springing up crazy things,

When used to miss,

Not anymore!

Just feeling to write

all the time;

Like once I dreamed,

Like once I wished.

But lazy soul never did it,

Then how come now?

I am so active!

Not realized till now,

It’s not for good,

“Feeling myself being escapist,”

Rather than reformed!

Hence I feel,

“I am missing the soul,”

That used to be hyperactive!

Nithin.R.S.

My Expression

I just love to talk a lot,

But, no one is there to listen,

The real things, which I want to say.

I love to listen a lot

But there are not many,

Who, love to say what I want to listen.

Yet I talk a lot and listen a lot!

Words are fluttered out,

Just for the sake of fun.

But, then, there are many to listen,

Over the time I learned,

How to be an avid talker,

To give fun as well as boredom,

For those who are with me.

I wish to talk, about unknown planets,

I wish to talk, about the cloned generation,

I wish to talk, about the global warming,

I wish to talk, about clean energy,

I wish to talk, about farm revolution,

I wish to talk, about developmental disparity,

I wish to talk, about future of machines,

I wish to talk, about everything under sun,

“But no one is there for listening”!

For,

Debating with me, over those issues.

All believe, I am just a sentimental talker,

Who, just keeps on juggling with words.

How many days I talked to myself?

How many days, I wrote down about it?

It’s countless!

I am left with thoughts,

Eagerness to listen to those,

Who want to talk about similar stuff,

Yeah!

Once I had some friends,

With whom I used to talk with,

About everything that excites,

Umpteen debates, over various view points.

Football that’s one common issue,

That gave me a platform,

To listen and talk a lot,

Fight with others over, outburst of passion,

In a friendly manner with all fun,

That’s why I love talking about it,.

All the time

Over and over again!

Nithin .R.S

Hand of god

They are messiahs

who thrive on prayers of millions

who follow them with raw fanatism

They are magicians

Expected to produce wonders

With the ball on football pitch

Every time they take the field

They can devastate any team

With their driblling and trickery

They can kill off the games

With stunning goals

Yet,at the theatre of football

They cheated infront of thousands

With the "Hand of god"

Nailing the hopes of opponents

And writing themselves into record books

As the saviors of entire nation

Breaking the hearts of those

Who outplayed the saviors teams

Yet booted out with goals of disgrace

With no remorse feeling

The saviors basked themselves in glory

Shame on rules,

Shame on fairplay

Shame on trust

Cheaters win glories

With "Hand of god"

While the authorities sleep

Favoring the disgraced saviors

Sachin Tendulkar

Phenomenon!

This is apt for this guy,

A little master

A master blaster

Or say champion of champions

Some thinks

Cricket is a religion

Hence, he is a god!

Who is he?

Sachin Tendulkar!

Icon in every sense

Role model for millions

Class act for the traditionals

After bradman

He is the most noticed cricketer

Who wields the willow

To terrorize the fielders

And bowlers.

Smacking ball all across the park

The marvelous straight drive,

With a punch!

Cover drive of some elegance

Square cutting with vigor

Leg glances are visual treats

Pulling and hooking

To put bowlers to back foot

Paddling the ball precisely

Or innovating to get runs

Year after year

From a 16 year old, wonder

This genius shouldered the burden

Of Indian cricket

Memorable hundreds

Numerous fifties

But it’s his style of batting

The consistency and level of

performance,

That’s makes him so special

With his wily spin

Producing exodus of turn

Surprising all with the ball too

Breaking records is a habit

For him.

Be it for number of runs scored

Centuries, or missed centuries

Millions pray for seeing him

Stroking the ball with class

All the time

From kids to grand old

In India, this is the man

Who all worship.

Magical treasure for Indian cricket

Who gave soul for the team

Creating victories.

Shoring one end to counter attack

Will always remain in heart

For those memorable knocks.

For those scintillating shots

And for that mesmerizing smile.

The true gentleman cricketer