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.
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.
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.
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—food, shelter, clothing—then, of course, it has to be admitted that Indians love cricket, for it is one of their basic needs of any one born in this country, verged by sea on three sides, and the Himalayas, as the crown.
Let the sweat spill. Let the profane passion be unbridled. The time has shown itself on the gate of the fortress. Let us be prepared to cheer our warriors, for the battle is on its way. Let us remind ourselves that every Indian has one blood, like every game is played on a single pitch at a time. Be prepared.
Iwas 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.