Poetry

Dear 2016

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Oh 2016! What a year you’ve been.

A challenge at every step, unlike any I’d ever seen.
You prodded me on when I had little hope.

And also pushed me off a cliff, with no traces of a rope.
The lessons I learned will stay with me forever.

For at times you made me feel dumb, and on others a tad clever.

I tried and failed, and tried and failed.

But saw to it that every effort was hailed.

I may have lost more than I won.

But you ought to know, that I am far from done.

As you breathe your last, I reminisce it all.

Having survived the duel, I celebrate your fall. 

And although a new year is only all numbers,

it’s also the end of a few hundred slumbers.

So I will wake up tomorrow to a fresh set of days.

Looking forward to making them count in multiple ways.

People have resolutions, but I have none.

I wouldn’t dare have any, even if pointed by a gun.

For more often than not, they stay unfulfilled.

Adding to the pressure, setting dreams up to be killed.

And don’t you worry, for my shoulders won’t always be cold.

You also gave me memories – plenty worth their weight in gold.

So walking into the future, I take in what is.

I let my life lead me, out of your abyss.

An Amalgamation of Masters

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Indian cricketer Sachin Tendulkar watche

 

Cometh the hour, cometh the man!

Ready to wield the bat of glory.

 

The bowlers hope to send him packing.

“Oh for goodness sake!”, he says. “Prepare for a whacking.”

 

Bowler after bowler becomes a laughing stock.

The spectators don’t sleep a wink.

 

With baited breath they all watch.

As he fights fire with fire, kicking his game up a notch.

 

The fielding team is a sorry sight.

They’ve seen better days but this is his night.

 

The uppercuts follow the cover drives and the pulls; the ball vanishes into thin air.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Wankhede or Lord’s – for the world is his oyster and he’s a talent that’s rare.

 

As he runs across and celebrates a ton; he makes your hair stand on end.

You’re not sure if he’s also just human, nothing more than a godsend.

 

He’s determined to stay at the crease come what may; taking his team out of the jaws of death.

 

The game is up, the opponents know. For in all anticipation, they now lie low.

 

And then it happens, the prized wicket! TV sets around the country go off.

“Good riddance!”, the bowlers think. The fielding captain steals a wink.

 

The spectators watch dead as doornails.

 

Now they know why they say, “You can never have too much of a good thing.”

They wear their hearts on their sleeves and cheer for him with all their might.

 

He raises his bat to acknowledge them all. A heart of gold shines through, despite a fall.

 

The team was once in a pickle, with two wickets down. “Fair play!”, the commentators exclaim.

*Knock knock* “Who’s there?”, they ask.

It’s the little master at the door to their hearts.