This is a gothic poem. I hope you wouldn't take it in the negative way. I will tag more and more people in this post, cuz I really want to know about their opinions. Please, do take some time out of your valuable time, and give a read to this poem. __________________________________________ The poem tells a story about an innocent boy suffering in this wicked world. Finally when his pain got pretty deep, and he couldn't bear it, then he did a ritual to call the demon from hell to help him. And then, what happened, is you will read in the poem. __________________________________________ Please share this post more and more and do tell me your opinions about this one. And sorry for the long post.
This quotation, is about a simple boy, who fell in love and was devastated by the heartbreak. So, to forget the memories, he scratched the days of future, in hoping to move on. And, to again, still remember the feelings, he carved his own arm by blade. This never ending pain, made him do this, and then it became a habit to find peace.
Tied up shoelaces, Pulled up my socks, Woke long before the sun could peep out from the horizon. Took out my bat and was doing everything silently as I don't want anyone else to wake up. Then suddenly your friends start yelling your name (even after knowing that you are awake). So loudly that everyone in your neighbourhood would wake up and curse you and your friends.
How crazy we were then??!! I am thinking now. When others were enjoying their sleep in winter vacation, we, on the other hand, had sacrificed the warmth of our quilt and reached our playground at dawn and piled up those 9 bricks (our wicket) on our favourite pitch. We never missed a chance to play cricket. I remember making the excuses of first ball being a try ball or the ball was too fast after getting out. I remember switching from a "Cosco" ball, to "Mark" or "Vicky" and then later to "Flash".(I wonder why it was called Flash but I do know it went like a flash when hit by a slight swing of the bat). Even being short statured, I wasn't afraid of the bouncers thrown at me which was really easy for the bowlers.. We didn't think of ourselves less than Sachin. And then the craze for that HELICOPTER SHOT. I remember all of us tried hitting the ball out of the park on every other delivery and surprisingly, 8 out of 10 times, the ball reached its destined place - Wicket of course (We weren't Dhoni). Meanwhile bowlers were thinking they had got some supernatural powers.
The most amazing and memorable thing that I remember about playing cricket is when our ball used to get lost in the bushes. At first, only the fielders used to start the treasure hunt, then the bowler and wicket- keeper, then the players of the other team who were enjoying in our so called "PAVILION" and when they couldn't find it either then the royal batsman and runner had to leave the pitch and as a reward for hitting such a massive six, we were bestowed with the prize of entering the bushes and help them finding the ball. Actually the batsman had to come as he got worried. (as if a mother lost her child). Thrilled by the mere thought of not getting enough batting. Jumping and running back to our places after finding the ball (sometimes found someone else's too)
Ahh!! A lot has changed during this time. Cricket, now-a-days, is as easy as swiping your finger left or right for that Off-cut and that on-drive. Ooo!! And for fun they have even added a meter for the speed of bowling and angle for the swing.
I feel like, today, the ball is actually lost in the bushes. I won't blame the ball for that. I'll rather put the blame on bushes. Bushes have grown taller with time. The "GRASS" of assignments and tests in school. "SHRUBS" of choice between Sciences, Commerce and Humanities. Tall "BUSHES" of chase for a good career all these have made that ball hard to find. The ball is lost somwhere beyond our reach.
I thought all this while I was passing by our old playground. And a great thing happened - I found my childhood in the bushes - a ball. Picked it up, tossed and turned and twirled it in the air(which we love doing whenever we get a cricket ball in our hand). I won't lie about it but at first I thought of taking the ball with me to my home. But finally I placed the ball where I found it but not in the deep bushes expecting someone will come and find this ball easily. The ball is meant to be played with. It won't look nice lying still in my shelf.
(P.S. - I mentioned "passing by" the playground.If I'll tell you that I actually went there just to see it then some Chandler Bing would say - "You got way too much free time" )