Sunday, April 3, 2011

Bleeding Blue!!

I know I am really very late in posting on this very own space of  mine and I hope some people around this space missed me (Am I expecting a lot?).

Life had its ups and downs during this time and here I am back with a post. Though its not a post, but for sure you will love reading it. It is dedicated to all Indians and the God (Sachin). Its victory for us and lets celebrate this time. Party hard people and for those who are asking for it, come to me, I am willing to throw any number of parties on this occasion. I can no proudly say," I was alive when God reigned and India won the World Cup.

Here is the little verse I have made:

 Bleeding Blue!!

I am wounded, I am bruised,
Still I have no injuries,
But I have to undergo multiple surgeries.
Can someone please pass that bottle of glue,
Coz somehow I am Bleeding BLUE.

I had to put my car on mortgage,
I am all covered up with tricolored bandage,
Can someone please pass that bottle of glue,
Coz somehow I am Bleeding Blue.

I had an image of that cup,
But we always were the pups,

The God was asking for something tremendous,
Delivering every time it came to his shoulders.

It all began with Bangla's demolition,
Whom we taught what is our ambition.

Then came England's turn,
Which we couldn't return.

We lost one to the Africans,
And it made us the Hungrier Champions.

There were some amateurs after that,
Who said,"We will bowl, you bat."

Then came the match with an adrenaline pump,
And again, we made them run away taking Kangarooish Jumps.

And finally the pre-final came,
And I knew, whatever happens,
This game will bring all the fame.
And we made them hide in their bunkers,
Still having dreams of the balls hit for sixers.

Then came the day we were waiting for,
We had what we call our dream, His dream,
He was asking for nothing more,
And finally they made everyone scream.

I could sense that child in His smile,
I could see that tear in His glittering eyes,
I could feel the shiver in His body.
I could hear that loud cheer in His trembling voice's melody.

I cried, cried and cried,
Don't worry, I had, on my face, a huge smile.
We are ready to take anything on,
Whether it be a dry pitch,
Or there is presence of some dew.
Can someone now please pass that Bottle of Glue,
Coz I haven't stopped BLEEDING BLUE...:)

Dedicated to God and all the Indians..

Thank you everyone for reading. I hope it reaches the God sometime in my lifetime. I am optimistic. What!! Are you still reading? Go and celebrate people. Its Dussehra time..:)