Friendship

I tried being a friend,
I tried to understand you...
You were fine at first,
Hiding and concealing your drawbacks;
Then it started spilling forth...
I thought, maybe this was you;
You were not God, were you??
But, how mistaken was I...
Your snideness, your judmentalism,
You cynicism, your cavalier attitude...
In your eyes, nothing was ever right...
No one was ever perfect, except you...
You say you care, you say you understand;
But why, when I need you to be there?
You never come forth....
I don't to be submissive, 
I am not a fool, like you take me to be...
I am me, if you cannot accept that...
What's your worth to me??

Betrayal

Honesty unvalued,
Dishonesty - a necessity,
Reason to survive, reason to exist...
Underestimated people,
Undervalued sentiments,
Commitments - just a word;
No deliverance, no lingering guilt...
All experience reneging,
All experience emptiness,
Yet all trust over and over again,
Yet all believe in faithfulness...
I did so too, aren't I a human?
I gave chances - second, third and countless...
And they they failed...
Or was the failure mine??
I do not know, I do not comprehend...
All I now know...
Is never to trust, for the hollow promises;
Have left me a leering skeptic of all kinds of premises...

Cricket World Cup...As I see it...

There is a cup and there is a world,
There are teams and there are players...
There are legends and there are blotches...


Embarrassments and laurels,
Eccentricity rife with anticipation,
Passionate encounters, arguments and displays...


All want to win,
All want to rule and enjoy,
Who will best the others;
The odds will be whose to defy?


I cannot prognosticate,
For a believer I am,
My objectivity ruled by passion...
My eyes blurred by favouritism...


Multi-hued bearings,
Multi-faceted talent,
The cricketing world's waiting;
For one eleven to become a phoenix.....


Controversies abound,
Speculations thrive,
Opinions and judgements clash...
Mocking one and mocking all...


Patience is the key,
Forbearance is the opportunity,
And them, who take it...
Are the victors; despite experts' hoarse call...

Addictions...

Addictions are an irony,
Making craving a priority,
First the sky's always blue,
Then the storm creeps in stealthily....
That's when the world turns over;
Mysteries open, denials and negations swarm....
Life seems dreary,
Every step a mortal agony...
Everyone's addicted, aren't they?
Need not be drugs, could be just stuff...
I am addicted too;
I am in denial, I am justifying....
My addictions stem from childhood,
I knew not the word, just kept my passions afloat...
Now I know, Now I realise, Now I speak out;
But who listens to me?
Everyone's in their own habituation-induced spree...