Sports and Verse

         THE BLUE MEHANDI She draws the patterns with Pen With pen in hand, she draws with glee,   This is mehndi, just for me  A heart, some dots, her own design,   In her small world, it’s all just fine. Look, it's mehndi she exclaims with cheer,   Though ink, not henna, has drawn it here.   A blue heart, some dots, a line In her small world, it's just as fine. No rules, no care, just pure delight,   In her soft smile and eyes so bright.   A little artist, wild and free That’s the charm of childhood’s spree. No rules to bind, no lines to stay,   She paints her joy in her own way.   With every stroke, so free, so wild,   Lives the wonder of a child. Oh, let her world stay bright and wide,   With paper palms and joy as guide.   For in that smile and sweet pretend,   Lives a magic we must defend. A heart of ink, a soul so free That's childh...

               "The Art of the Seam" He walks in quiet, calm and light,   No drama, no fire, just pure delight.   With ball in hand, he starts his run,   And that’s when magic has begun. From dusty nets in Meerut town,   To cricket’s grandest, golden crown,   He carved a path both still and steep,   Where swing can wake a game from sleep. His action smooth, like flowing stream,   A bowler's grace, a dreamer’s dream.   No wasted move, no sudden fight Just rhythm, timing, pure and right. They call him poetry in motion,   A swing king with silent devotion.   The seam obeys, the air it bends,   And batsmen hope, but rarely fend. He doesn't shout, he doesn't glare,   He just lets the ball dance in the air.   An outswing tease, an inswing kiss Each delivery, a quiet bliss. From small-town roots to world stage fire, ...

                         A Quiet Flame She listens more than she will say,   Her thoughts like rivers kept at bay.   With steady gaze and subtle grace,   She holds whole worlds behind her face.   She wears a smile, so calm, so wide,   But hides a storm she feels inside.   Her eyes may gleam, her laugh may ring,   Yet silence wraps her everything.   She speaks in looks, in subtle signs,   And buries truth between the lines.   She walks in light, but holds the rain,   Her voice is soft, her words are few,   But oceans swell in what she knew.   A quiet world of hidden pain. A quiet heart, a guarded soul A story there, but never told. No need to shout, no urge to prove,   She moves in calm, a silent groove.   Her strength is still, her truth runs deep A quiet flame she’ll always ...

                      KL Rahul – A Story in Rhyme 🏏 A boy with dreams, a bat in hand, From Mangalore’s warm, dusty land. He trained each day, he worked so hard, With silent hope and full regard. He got his chance, his debut day, But nerves and pressure came his way. The runs were few, the critics loud, Yet Rahul stood, both strong and proud. Next match he played, he made a ton, A hundred scored beneath the sun. He showed the world what he could do, With strokes so sweet and heart so true. But life in cricket isn’t straight, There’s ups and downs, there’s twist of fate. Injuries came, the form went low, At times it felt so tough to go. They dropped him once, then brought him back, He changed his game, got back on track. He kept the gloves, he changed his spot, He gave his best, he gave a lot. In Tests, in T20s, ODIs too, He played each role, he saw it through. With calm and class, with style and grace, ...

  Sunflower is She !   How lucky the sun must be; The sunflower desired by a hundred of other flowers  But has got face towards the sun only, And stands with heart so pure, Her golden face with love so sure. In the sunny days, She walks beside him in countless ways, Not for the chase or fleeting thrills, But for the love that's calm, that always fills. No shadow can make her love displaced  She'll follow him, her sacred chase  In her world, there's only one face, A love that time cannot erase A one-man woman, proud and true, In every sunrise, she finds him new. ~ Swej Priya Thanks for Reading !! Let me know in the comment section what do you think about the lines.