Sports and Verse

  The Many Shades of White When I was a child, full of wonder and light, I claimed my favorite was the color white. Not from choice, but from what I had heard, My father once spoke that single word. So white it was, by his gentle decree, A shade I admired, though vaguely, carefree. But years moved on, and life took its flight, And now I see why I truly love white. White is the canvas where passion gets shown, A backdrop that lets every triumph be known. It fades to the back so that others can gleam, The quiet supporter of every bold dream. Of healing, of power, of spirit set free, Of silence, of balance, of calmness in me. It’s coldness and warmth, both holding their place, A mirror of life with its intricate grace. It's the color of peace, of beginnings brand new, Of wisdom in hair as the seasons pass through. Of prophecy deep and of judgment so grand, The great white throne where destinies stand. It’s cricket, the Test, where legends are made, In whites they ba...

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 ...

The Gentleman's Blade For Kane Williamson In whites, in blues, in fiery black, With willow calm, he takes attack. Be it five days or just twenty overs, He plays the game like silent thunder. A poet’s touch, a thinker’s pace, Across all formats, he brings grace. He stands apart in this great sport, A man of class, of quiet sort. And though the world may shout and cheer, He lets his silence draw them near. His blade, a brush, his shots, like a art, He plays the field with patient heart. No flash, no rage, no need to boast, Yet often he delivers most. He’s the player none can bring to spite, The calmest soul beneath the light. No borders hold the love he's earned, From every fan, respect is returned. A true gentleman, pure and wide, With grace that cuts through every side. I’ve long admired Dhoni's reign, The calm, the mind, the fire restrained. But after him, it's Kane I see, Reflecting all I wish to be. In Kane I find that same pure thread, A leader, calm in wha...

          "In Sascha We Trust" In Hamburg's chill, a boy was born, With racquet dreams and spirit sworn. A child of courts, where echoes flew, He chased the ball the way dreams do. Tall as the sky, with golden hair, He carved his name through grit and flair. With every serve, a silent vow To rise, to fight, to not allow. The world to doubt what he could be, A storm in sneakers, wild and free. He played with fire, his passion clear, Through blood and blisters, loss and fear. He climbed the ranks with burning fire, Each loss just fueled his rising higher. ATP Finals, Masters too, He proved the doubters wrong, it’s true. The US Open, bitter still, He came so close, showed all his will. A two-set lead, a final's fate Just two points shy, the cruelest weight. As teens took breaks, he stood his ground, Among the giants, he was found. Masters trophies, titles tall, But Slam success? Just missed the call. But luck, it seems, has played unfair, For every rise, a cross to...

        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...

Satchi: The Destructive Duo Chirag Shetty: The Silent Storm From Mumbai's lanes, where dreams take flight,          Chirag rose early, chased the light. Tall and lean with fire in his soul,  He trained through pain, with one fierce goal. The court were harsh, the roads unsure, But passion made him strong and pure. With sweat and will, he carved his way, To let the shuttle dance and sway. Critics came said "Doubles?" Why? He proved them wrong, soared through the sky. Through doubt and grind, he stood his ground, Till victory's echo became his sound. Satwiksairaj Rankireddy- The Thunderbolt from the South From Amalapuram's sun-kissed land, A boy with racket in eager hand . Satwik dreamed big in a humble home, Where sky has ceiling, court was dome. His smash was loud, his spirit bold, A heart of fire in body gold. Through travel, loss and endless drills, He dreamed to master all the skills. With every fall, he had rise and train, For glory born from grit and p...

 🌸Just Three of Them (And That’s More Than Enough)🌸 I have got just three friends.....yes, only these three, No squads, no gangs, just this wild trinity. Samiksha, Ananya, and Smriti --- the core of my plot, I don’t have photos with them, but memories? A LOT. With them, I talk for hours, even though I hate calls, Yet their names light up my screen and my walls. I’m the extrovert they unlocked, while the world sees a ghost, They know the real me, the chaos, the roast. In 20 years of my life, through college, through space, Three years apart or more, still nothing can replace. We’ve lived in cities far apart, but the bond never shakes, And we’ll be best friends till our children cut wedding cakes. They don’t judge my rants, my silence, my tone, With them, I’m never truly alone. They're miles away in the southern breeze, While I freeze in the north, missing them with ease. But here's a dream I won’t ever skip  A messy, laughter-packed four-person trip. And if they think they’re...

"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 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.

                                                                       DUALITY!!                                                They are not what they are in people's thoughts.  Them, their sugar-coated talks Their promises and the fake knot    They are toxin and pretending to be jurt And use words like I'll never hurt.    Oh, come on!!!! Can you please give up acting like a sun and moon?  Because all I know is you are not what others thought.  ~Swej Priya  Thanks for reading!!!!

                                                                                   REVERANCE OF KING KOHLI You are neither my favorite nor my idol type.  But I never hate you and your fans that make your hype. I appreciate your dedication. From leading to glory in U-19 to being simply best, whether it's T-20 or Test From being the angry young man who was noticed for all his wrong doings to being the ICC Men's Cricketer of the Decade and all those records that you broke and made I appreciate your passion.  When the pressure is highest  I see,You are the brightest.  When you are on the crease  We take a breath.  Our chase master will do it again; it's our belief.  I appreciate your integrity.  People are there for idolizing you or trolling you...

 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?

                                  MYSELF?  The Empty Page :) She decided to write a piece for herself, but she couldn't. She thinks for a while and ask herself WHY? Maybe because she has different stories to loan but doesn't have one of her own. Maybe because she wants to escape from the reality where everyone lives in duality. Maybe because she was a child of moon and wandered aimlessly in the room. Or maybe because she was busy gazing at the moon and that in the afternoon of the June. Maybe because she was bringing light into other's people live and forgetting that she is alive. Maybe because she was captured nearby and found herself lost in the sky. Or maybe because she is still thinking about herself while her page is still empty and she is almost Twenty.  THANKS FOR READING :)

                            Domestic  Cricket Tournament  1. RANJI TROPHY India's premier domestic cricket competition, the Ranji Trophy, was established in 1934 .The idea came from A.S. De Mello , the founder of the Indian Board of Control. Ranjit Sinhji , the first Indian cricket player to play internationally, was the inspiration behind the tournament's renaming from its original name, the Cricket Championship of India. The competition consists of a round robin phase and then knockout stages. The 38 teams who compete in the Ranji Trophy Cricket are split into two divisions: the ...