Saturday 10 March 2012

One for the parents


How many years has it been? 23 today,
“Amazing” “Awesome” ”Oh my gosh”, the Americans would say,
People may feel the years went by like a breeze,
Practically speaking, they don’t pass with ease.
You’ve enjoyed the ups and borne with the downs,
And during times sad, been each other’s clowns.
No matrimonial site can find such a perfect match, ever,
No Nazi experiment could create kids so clever ;)
In all these years, not once has the romance dimmed,
Voices have been raised, but love has only brimmed,
Early in this journey, entered yours truly,
Root of nine years later came along a tyrant, unruly,
Seriously though, my brother and I are truly blessed,
At this point, my rhyme shall not be messed,
Rhymes are all I can gift, till I earn and pay my own bill,
Yours forever, your unspoilt, young Nikhil.

P.S: if you haven’t observed already, the first letters from every line , when read downwards form a phrase .







Thursday 8 March 2012

Goodbye Rahul Dravid

Unparalleled in humility and a class apart,
The gentleman's game is his chosen form of art,
Rarely did he cause any tumult or uproar,  
Every stroke he played , made the dil maang more.

The epitome of Edison's definition of genius,
footwork that could only be described as ingenious,
That subtle smile and coy demeanor,
A simple life and an untarnished career  , (i dare thee to find one cleaner.)

Contributions went unnoticed, credit was left due ,
yet,not once did we see his face display a shade of (red) hue,
Never one to claim glory or hog the limelight,
Always played with his heart and fought his own silent fight.

Many a post shall be dedicated to you today, my humble sonnet is but one,
Watching you play , my dear sir, has been immense fun .