THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR

“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing els e. " --John Keats "No drowned man can speak of life, Love, eternity and salvation. That is why I kept silence, In front of your eyes." [To be contiued...]

“Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.” --Tagore.   "I interpret moments, As two in their nature: Night and Day. Night happens when you close, And day when you open your eyes." [To be continued...]

"If I have to choose between loving you, and breathing, I will use my last breath to say I LOVE YOU" .....Unknown. "They say love is the ultimate gain. It is obsession, possession, occupation. I risked everything, felt nothing. And became a shade for your eyes." [to be continued...]

"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams." --Dr. Seuss The sea is not fathomless. The sky is not endless.  But your eyes are. [To be Continued...]

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. --- Aristotle Who are you? Me! What are you? A cloud, breeze, music, fragrance. I cannot see you. But, I can, a pair of eyes. [To be continued...]

" Now, however, there remain faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love ." --1 Corinthians 13:13 I waited all these days, With my eyes on your path. But, the path I expected you to take, Was deserted. You took another route: The one through my soul. [To be continued...]

" One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving." --Paulo Coelho.  "To think is to see you. To see is to be drowned, In your eyes." [To be continued..]

Dear readers, "Eyes" is a series of love i-poems. 'i poems' are very short poems meant for giving a quick stir to emotions and opening new possibilities in the art of poetry. Hope you all will appreciate this experiment. I am publishing the first i-poem of the series, named "Eyes", here.Enjoy reading. Courtesy: Google Images " Fear; it happens with me too. But when I feel afraid, In the dark, I think of your eyes, and I get light. "                                                                             [To be continued.]

You might not have seen me, I was near you. You couldn't hear me, I know, my gasps for breath. You can't see my sweat dry. You came into a world I gave you. You live there. Forever. You are, in your childhood, though grown up, my child. But you still exist, in that same world of yours; of childhood. And I your mother still empties my breasts and my life for you. Just look around, I am near you. Try.

Soon the globe will shrink into one white ball. The race of life will follow a twenty foot long pitch. Enthusiasm will flow into a stadium to merge with the human sea. The cricket god will come out and embark on his journey to bless and calm the sea, with the charismatic gestures of his bat. Spells may be broken, but some may work. Life, will then be known by another name: Cricket . The IPL is nearing. India, is on its way to be transformed into a ritual of magic and passion, of cricket. There is nothing that can repel the magic; that can dispel the forces of this sportive madness. As there is one and only one Sachin, and one and only one India, the Indian love for cricket also is unique. But, if 'love' means caring for each other, then it is not; love that Indians feel for cricket. It is something beyond love. If love is obsession, then the Indians have nothing of that sort with cricket. If love is a basic necessity, like those written in the social science text books—foo...

I was in my bus ride back home, from the university, when Adarsh, one of my friends, interrupted my solitude of the routine journey with a message in my cell phone:"Sachin on fire 180* (131). The Indian penchant for the game of cricket would be more apt if described as a passion rather anything else. It's a usual cliche--'If cricket is a religion and Sachin will be the god'. 25th February 2010 was marked as an unforgettable event in Indian cricket. Sachin scored a double century, in the one day match against South Africa, first ever in the history of world cricket. The celebration and joy went to such an extreme that it took the face of a national celebration. The whole country was united on the blade of the invincible player. It can be considered a golden day for Indian Individualism, as well, when a single man, alone took the country with his skills. The Indian Commentator congratulates Mr. Sachin Tendulkar for his outstanding performance.