He throws his fastball.
It snaps in the catcher’s glove.
Umpire calls, “Strike Three!”
I fixed my pony tail,hurried to take all my belongings ,tied the hanging shoe laces . racket bag on my shoulder and was walking towards hostel .A million thoughts crossed my mind that day ,my 12th board exams were over ,my friends were taking up best universities some went abroad for studies ,took arts,commerce, designing, psychology etc n other descent courses ,and there was me who still found happiness only in badminton .
my mind had no thinking process beyond the white boundary lines of badminton court it had no worry unless the racket and shuttle wasn't good. The only thing I looked forward was to get a good coach .As I was away from musings of life I had lot of money those years but yet...
I was reading back through my old letters and realised I haven't penned one in years!
I've been on an incredible roller-coaster since we last spoke, finished college. Moved half way across the country to a lovely seaside town.
Musically things are going fantastically. I managed to land myself a distribution deal with a record label in mainland Europe, released my first album on spotify and ITunes (You can find it under UK-Craigie Sombre) I've also been really busy with my own online radio show and involved with my local soccer team.
Cant wait to catch up with you all. How have you been?
It was a Sports Stadium...
8 boys were standing on a track for racing.
With sound of Pistol all boys started running.
Hardly they had covered 10 to 15 steps,
1 boy slipped & fell.
Due to pain he started crying.
When other 7 Boys heard him
all STOPPED running..
STOOD for a while,
turned BACK & RAN
All 7 Boys LIFTED the Boy,
joined hands togather,
walked together &
reached WINNING Post.
Officials were shocked.
Many Eyes were
filled with tears.
It happened 2 years back at Pune.
Racing was conducted by
National Institute of
All participants were
What did they teach ?
Toh apne humare haar muqarar kar rakhi hai
Warna kya hum kam hare hue hain
The worst kind of fight is when you have to fight your own self.
You defend yourself and you also prove yourself wrong.
You provide logic and you yourself say how illogical.
You deny, you defy and reject.
You accept, you approve and surrender.
You make a mockery of your own self!
You contradict what your heart asserts.
You challenge your sense of belonging.
And you lose your own ground.
Your heart doesn’t want any validation, your brain asks for reasoning.
Your heart advocates a feelings and the same are not endorsed by your brain.
You justify what you heart feels, your brain condemns every bit of it.
You protest between what feels right and what should be.
What a battle it is, to l...
The weed soul.
It's time to retirement from a baseball player.
He made tears.
Many Japanese people are aware his regrets,
Rather than blessing his great career.
Fundamentally, basic rights to live and enjoy has been eradicated....
A vicious circle of being zombies is now a part of our evolution.
A young men
Like a clown
But for good
He won at a game
Oh the joy.
Heading into final stretch/
The beautiful game
#futebol #soccer #haiku
It’s so foreign and strange that we can go from dating and sharing the most intimate parts of ourselves with another person we connect with one day to damn near complete strangers who can hardly hold more than a one word conversation with the next.
It just baffles me, this type of disconnect. I can grasp the fact that some people just aren’t meant for us so we won’t be sharing that type of intimacy any longer but I can’t wrap my head around the strain and struggle to even speak to one another.. the awkward feeling accompanied with the struggle to find the appropriate words, it all feels so yucky.
Those weird one word replies we use in order to reach desperately to grab ahold of something...
"The pain that I am feeling today, will be my future success."
Congratulations, you made it.
Now deal with it.
Success and Love
people gamble if they have money
while i gamble if i have life.
i always bet on people behaviours and my speciality is i never lose a single penny.
Practice like you've never won,
Perform like you've never lost.
Is there anything worse than feeling like an option when it comes to a person you’re always watchin?
Why does it feel like a yo-yo going down and rewound with a flick of the wrist? Pull me close then push me away in a twist and I’m always feeling’ the sway for you to display.
It’s making me dizzy and I feel so sick but worse is the fact that my hair is frizzy and you’re being a dick.
Don’t play with my heart, don’t hide the emotions. I warned you from the start I’m not something to don like some overpriced perfumed lotion.
I’m not a child’s toy to be used and then set upon some shelf for a boy such as yourself to be abused like some elf.
You’re going to lose t...
It’s rhyme time and
I like that bright sunshine
Mixed with a few clouds
A welcome retreat
In order to beat the heat
Warm wind sweeps through
My skin sun kissed dripping
You lay your money down,
As if to say I’m your safest and surest bet
Intensity blazing from the
Got that shit eatin grin on
and that star gazin, fire blazin
Dreamy look in your eye
You wanna eat me like warm apple pie
I retreat without skipping a beat
You won’t give in or ever admit your defeat
Follow my lead much like a gallant steed
Fully aware I strip myself
Your loins begin to ache and become tense
You heighten my sense
How do you compete
With a perfection
That was set in stone
Upon their death
Dear Andrew Wiggins ,
AWESOME BUZZER BEATER IN THE GAME AGAINST THUNDERS, YOU DID THAT!!!! SALUTE BROTHER
Dear Andrew Wiggins ,
Thank you for adding me. I hope that my letters can somehow make a lasting effect in your life.
God bless you.