A Letter To A Friend From Another World

My dear friend

from Another World

seperate though

our worlds may be

and not often do

each other we see

but a thread of life

do we share

inspite of the distance

we do care

though long left

I had you world               

an awkardness in me

had unfurled

this world being

different from yours

          

had alienated those

which made me yours

so a different though

I may a little be

the same child is 

alive inside me

from this letter

I hope you feel

what has changed 

is the way to see

I am, as always,

your loving friend

from Another World

I see her everywhere

on the shady street

as people pass by

a familiar face

catches my eye

my heart beats hard

my eyes eager

only to find that 

it's not her

and the flowers still spread

the fragnance in the air

and golden gets the sky  

when I see her everywhere

when Romeo sings 

his heart's song

to a patient Juliet

who smiles along

and a blink later

the smile is replaced

by a familiar grin

on that gentle face

and the flowers still spread

the fragnance in the air

and golden gets the sky  

when I see her everywhere

as darker gets the night

and lost gets the mind

in the emptiness of it 

the eyes go blind

her face crops up 

and gently it reminds

there are two ways

for one to go blind

and the flowers still spread

the fragnance in the air

and golden gets the sky  

when I see her everywhere

Poverty

In the unreached corners of the city,
And by the side of a vast road,
Exists the dark side of mankind
And prosperity, struggling for survival
The inferiors of the superior
To exist in their only challenge
Neglected by their own;
Living under the tents of rags,
Naked children playing around;
Searching the garbage for
Leftovers, man & dog alike;
Wishing to die every night
In sleep only to be
Woken in the morn to lead
Another day of lifeless life.

(written in the 11th standard)

Poison in my head

silence instills fear

noise gives hope

poison in my head

I am poisoning myself

trivials incite doubt

accidents seem provident

poison in my head

I am poisoning myself

genuinnness seems fake

doubts create truths

poison in my head

I am poisoning myself

fact denies want

want defies logic

poison in my head

I am poisoning myself

smile still disarms

eyes still intoxicate

poison in my head

I am poisoning myself

mind is a prison

thoughts are poison

poison in my head 

I am poisoning myself

The Opponent

For him it was always a mind game. It was finished in his mind before the actual end. It was about maintaining the balance in his mind. More than winning it was about learning the game, enjoying it. It was about playing in the best way possible. The opponent was always on the other side only. Inside the mind it was always about how to play that shot better, how to place that ball better. But tonight was a big and important match and so was the opponent. Tonight it was different. He turned around to look at his opponent lining up his bottle near the foot of the chair. His opponent had a burly built. He had bulging biceps and calf muscles. The physicality of his opponent’s game disturbed him. It was not the way he played. Neither would it let him play the game his way. He realized that his opponent’s physicality was, in fact, the only solution to the game he played as the only way to fail your opponent’s strategy in this game was to play accordingly to it and not giving up. If your opponent believes that you could not play that particular shot, the only way to break his belief is to go ahead and play that shot. It was as simple as that. Though most people did not give up but simply failed to play accordingly. But this one, here, had so much of physical stamina and power that could fail the best of the strategies. His opponent destroyed his mind game by sheer physicality. And as he rose from his chair he realized that that was what was happening here. He had tried everything and his opponent had risen to almost all occasions leaving him with a dearth of ideas. This had disturbed his balance. And he was reminded almost forcefully and unpleasantly of their previous meeting when he had lost very narrowly. His opponent was becoming a force, a reality which he had not yet faced. Over the years his opponent had improved and had become the anti of his game. As he thought deeper, he felt as if he had a large hand in creating that opponent who was now standing on the other side of the court. And as he bounced the ball to serve in the fourth game of the last set, he realised that his opponent was no longer an opponent and no longer existed on the other side of the court. The opponent had become Rafael Nadal and was now in his mind.

-after watching 2009 Australian Open Men's singles Final between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal