Sports and Verse

 MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALLS!! Mirror, mirror on the walls, Whose secrets echo through these halls? Not just beauty do you see, But whispers of who I’m meant to be. Mirror, mirror, cold and wise, You hold the storms behind my eyes. You know the thoughts I never speak, The strength I crave, the peace I seek. Mirror Mirror on the walls, Why do they stare in crowded halls? I rise like tales the stars once told, A girl too tall, too fierce to fold. Mirror mirror , show me signs, Of ancient fate and hidden lines. Is magic real? Do stars still hear, The quiet wish, the silent tear? Mirror Mirror on the walls, What rises after darkness crawls? A soul reborn, a wish unchained, A dream once lost, now unrestrained. Mirror, mirror , don’t deceive, Reflect the hope I still believe. A tale untold, a soul half-sung, A spell undone, a heart still young. Mirror Mirror on the walls, Can mirrors lie, or do they stall? Do they reflect or rearrange, The truth we’re too afraid to change? MIRROR MIRROR...

"A Palette Called Life"  🎨 I gazed above, the sky so wide, so blue , And dreamed to be a butterfly drifting through A canvas winged with color and delight, Painting peace in the broad daylight. I wished to glow in passionate red , The color where love and courage tread. To beat like hearts that never tire, A flame within, a burning fire. To be yellow in someone's rainy day, A beam of joy lighting up their way. The color of hope that softly speaks, Of sunny days and glowing cheeks. Or maybe purple , wild and wise, A storm of thoughts beneath calm skies. Where art and dreams so gently stir, The soul of every wanderer. I longed to wear the white of peace, Where noise of judgment finds its cease. A shade of truth, so pure, so still, The silence that the heart can feel. To shine like orange , bold and bright, With fire that fuels the morning light. A spark that dances, never dull, With spirit loud and laughter full. Then pink arrives with tender gr...

 A Bond Without Words  मूक बंधन - "शब्दों के बिना एक बंधन" They say beasts don’t understand love, but her crumb-filled fingers knew better. No words, just offerings soft circles of wheat and trust. The earth stood still as two heartbeats knelt in opposite skins one in a linen frock, the other draped in dusk and dust. She didn't flinch. The world hadn't yet whispered fear into her bones. To her, horns were not threats, they were just crowns without thrones. The eyes across her were wells deep, old, gentle. She looked in, not away. And something passed... Not sound, not thought something softer. If the wind could speak, it might've said: "This is what we forget." Later, they will teach her to recoil, to pull back the hand before it ever feels warmth in a wild breath. They will lace her spine with caution, tie her ribs with logic. But for now she feeds the silence with biscuits, and the silence thanks her in return. No growl, no bark, no name. Only a pact t...

 Two Sides of a Coin Every coin has two sides, so does life. Life flips a coin, it spins in air, Two sides glinting, bold and bare. No truth exists in just one light, Both day and dark complete the night. Where dreams may soar on wings of fire, Regrets may sit in cold attire. The sweetest song that hearts compose, Can end in silence, no one knows. Where joy may bloom in morning’s grace, Grief waits not far with solemn face. A laugh may echo down the lane, Yet tear and smile walk hand in hand with pain. Love may glow with passion bright, But hate can rise in shadowed night. A heart once warm may turn to stone, For every bond, some stand alone. To win is sweet, a crown well-earned, Yet loss is where true strength is learned. The taste of failure, sharp and deep, Wakes dreams that victory put to sleep. For every truth the tongue may tell, A lie may lurk, disguised too well. A friend may smile and shake your hand, Yet foes may walk in friendship’s brand. Truth may wear a shining mask, ...

What If This is the Last Time? (A Fan's Ode to MS Dhoni) Jee bhar ke dekh lijiye humko kareeb se....F ir aapke naseeb mein ye mulaqat ho naah ho. What if this is the last time he walks out to bat, In yellow pride, beneath that iconic cap. The roar of the crowd, the calm in his eyes, The man who never flinched, never fed us lies. What if this is the last time we cheer, For the man who made pressure disappear? Not just a player, but a quiet storm, Who kept us safe, who set the norm. What if this is Dhoni’s final run, Under Chennai’s golden sun? A silence hits, a fan’s deep fear, That we may not see him next year. We fear it, we feel it, this might be the end, Of watching our captain, our mentor, our friend. Not just a player, he's a reason we cheer, For us, every glimpse of Mahi brings tears. We watch the match for Mahi’s face, His presence is our comfort, our sacred space. For us, a glimpse is enough to heal Mahi’s presence is something we feel. He fixed our hearts, never asked ...

        When Joy Meets Doubt Overthinker's Loop Why am I smiling now? Is this joy real or just a show? If laughter lives too loud, Will tears rush in when no one knows? Can happiness last? Or is it a fragile glass? If I hold it too tight, Will it shatter fast? Why do I feel so light? Shouldn’t shadows creep inside? If I soar too high, Will I crash down from this ride? What if this peace is just a mask, And storms are waiting, patient, vast? If I laugh more now, Will the pain hit harder, faster, last? Who will stand beside me, That partner I’ve yet to meet? Will he understand my storms, Or just drift in silent retreat? Will I be enough someday, To give what parents dream? To build a life stable and strong, Or is it just a fleeting scheme? So many hobbies spark my soul Art, words, music’s call. But can I juggle all these dreams, Or will I let some fall? Should I stop this smile, Pretend I’m numb for a while? Because the overthinker in me whispers low, Don’t trust the c...

 A Life She Paused for Us "To the one who gave me everything, even when she had little, this poem is for you MAA.  My Forever Home She shaped her world around our clocks, Woke before dawn, matched school-time talks. While we chased buses, groaned at the day, She folded her hours and gave them away. School, College or Coaching classes, endless forms, She braved it all through routine storms. Not once did she pause to say she’s tired, Because her love is endless, never expired. She missed the trips, the wedding nights, The picnics, parties, city lights. While the world outside spun fast and free, She stayed behind just for my siblings and me. In kitchens where the summers burned, While fans whirred on and backs were turned, She stirred with sweat on her gentle brow, Cooking with love we still taste now. No chef could ever match her flair, No hands like hers could braid such hair. A stylist with fingers, a cook with heart, A woman whose skills are living art. She was my first tea...

"BEYOND BLOODLINES" Who says breakup hurts the most? I have cried at the mere thought of a world without you beside me. Who says betrayal cuts the deepest? I have hated myself for every moment I made you feel alone. Who says distance breaks the hardest? I have felt the ache in every mile that stands between our hearts. Who says silence is harmless? I have drowned in the quiet when your voice went missing from my days. Who says memories fade with time? I've kept every laugh of yours folded in the corners of my soul. Who says growing apart is natural? I've fought against the drift, hoping we'd still find the same shore. Who says soulmates are only for lovers? I've found pieces of myself in every moment we've shared. Who says only time builds trust? I've trusted you since the day you saw the real me and stayed. Who says you have to speak every day? I've felt your presence in silence, steady as the stars. Who says support needs grand gestures? I've...

               "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 ...

 SISTER OF SOUL   She is blessed  She has a sister of the soul who makes her whole. With the pure connection, they can talk for hours on end. Yeah, she is blessed to have her as friend. The distance is not in their control. But they are always there for each other to console. She knows her flaws and fears and has seen her through bad phase. But she's there for her to praise . The world where everything seems maze, She feels blessed and amazed, how she won her sister of soul with the same craze. THANKS FOR RAEDING:) Do let me know in the comments how's it?