Sunday, 20 July 2014

BIRTHDAY BLUES 2014 – 3: STILL CONTINUING AT THE CREASE

I continue to stand at the crease
Hot and dirtily perspiring.
Comforted by a gentle breeze
Fifty five not out and contemplating retiring.

The pitch remains unworn and bouncy as ever
With a lot of foxy turn and bounce
That even the strongest heart or bat may deter
As close in fielders who are friends await to pounce.

The going is really getting tough
The bowling is truly becoming tight
Balls like bullets hit the dirt so rough
Not over pitched but just unhittable and right.

The bowler bowls a beautiful maiden
And the fielders laud and applaud him.
I stand like the pre-retirement avatar of Hayden
Awaiting the next ball; forever to paste ’em.

I continue to stand at the crease
Hot and dirtily perspiring.
Comforted by a warm and gentle breeze
And hope I can score another run before retiring

The crowd keeps cheering me on
and that keeps me onward going
My energy may be going down
But my game is slowly tiring

I continue to stand at the crease
Wondering about my strategy
Can I make a ton with ease?
And pray God grants me life, will and energy.

This poem is just an annually modified litany, which has become more of an annual epiphany.


BIRTHDAY BLUES 2014 – 2: A MYSTERY OF NATURE

It was in the evening
of twentieth July nineteen fifty-nine
full of so much meaning
that the spaceship
carrying this alien soul
entered the earth’s atmosphere
to become whole
and landed at Kalyani hospital, Madras
before proceeding bare ass
to a poor Tamil tax collectors home.
Poor man; little did he know the portent
of impending destiny so potent
and named the alien as Suresh.
Fifty five years later
he still scratches his head
and wonders how the f*
from out of his worthy bed
he could spawn such muck
For genetics could not explain
nor the soothsayer so lame
how such a nice man
an extraordinary Sun
could have birthed
such a contradictory Son
Indeed a mystery of nature
To be unraveled only in the future

BIRTHDAY BLUES 2014 – 1: CELEBRATING NEW BEGINNINGS

I surely don’t believe
in celebrating my birthdays
though I do celebrate
the birthdays of others
including that of my family members
in copious words that appear as  verse.
Those birthdays surely remind me
that I going further down the road
far away from the day of my birth
and I am also getting worse
for the physical wear and tear
does make me fear
the impending end as I know it.
I do have a lot more stories to write
and poems to recite
as well as three children to raise
but then I also do realise
that I need not fear
for the one who got me this far
will certainly help me raise the bar
and live some more
suns, moons and a star.
I therefore now celebrate
Not a day or the end of a year
but a new beginning for sure