At the crossroads that I stood
I am sure I felt my rushing blood
Despite that clear sky, in spite of all that rights
There I stood, thinking of all my trite
Bit all my nails, stripped all my veils
I stood naked, feeling like my brains baked
Plenty of roads on that joint
But which one does my future did point
I never knew as my heart went quiet
Is the road less traveled or the one that is trampled
Is the road less bouncy or the one that is all lousy
There I stand at the cross road looking for a light.
Life as we live it, we use analogies to spell it,
Call it a game, not so lame, either win or lose;
Make it a play, not a bad say, either act or flee;
Say it a journey, if you may,either travel or rest;
Dismay , despair and troubles -some deep dug dirty piths
Hope, love and friends- some costly cautious tips.
Use them well you may, soon joy be on your way.
Oh my lady, I am on my way,
Sorry I had a little too much today.
A little girl lost her teddy,
Sorry I had to buy her, an all new buddy.
An young lady lost her rhapsody,
Funny l sang her a melody;
I helped them with my every dime:
Oh! Sorry I lost track of all my time
Rinse your eyes and look at the skies,
You might not see a kite,
You might not see a kite.
But I promise you my lady
I will be there in a tick
Worry not even a bit
Hopes will feed us till they die
Fears will teach us till we lie.
Hello followers and friends!
I am going to start writing an all new thriller series, sorry yet to be named (you know how difficult it is to get hold of the right name), featuring never before seen settings. Just wait for it.
Thank you and keep reading.
Ring the bells, so the lords can listen;
Sing the songs, so the lads can join;
Fly the flags, so the girls can know;
Shout aloud, so the oaths are sworn.
With a determined thought and a strong jolt
You can push towards the best of lot;
Roads can be dark, lights could be far
Remember not to stop, remember not to stop;
As miles will make you who you are,
As miles will make you who you are.
There are days and there are the other days. Nothing will be as auspicious as a final match day between the two great rivals of the football world for a football fan. Every fan is made of flesh and blood yet his spirits reach a different level during the match. That is football. I am not here to argue for football but I am here to dissect football and look deep into it, to find out what makes football so frenzy. What makes a guy go Whooooo! and Aaaaah!. Every fan of a sport would want his wish to be fulfilled, his team to win, sometimes beyond realistic expectations. But the one thing in this game is, there is no such thing as a realistic expectation. There are victories and there are defeats. These wins and losses create champions and underdogs. What is so special about football which makes the sport world favorite? Well this question can get as complicated as possible but the simple answer is the adrenaline flow it gives you, that makes the game – an illusion, an illusion where you transgress into, an illusion which makes you do crazy things, an illusion which makes you pray for your team. A magician can create an illusion, so what makes this illusion unique? A magician keeps you in your seat and entangles you in his web of magic. Football makes you throw away your seats and run into the ground to get a hug from the warrior, the player who made that day for you.
We all know about Gladiators, the heroic slaves of Rome who fought for glory in the field but a pity the people took pleasure in their deaths. Football is a modern day evolution of the ‘Roman sport’ except for the ‘Death’ part. The tremendous joy that gives you tears after your win and the irresistible sorrow that makes you cry after your loss, it all comes from Rome. You can’t be a hypocrite in football. For every triumph there is a defeat.
A warrior cannot rest in the battlefield. True. Sometimes you get hurt, you fall down yet there comes a moment when the team needs you and you step up like a warrior whose spirit is ready for the final blow.