Hope buried, Hope resurrected.

A while ago I let down a dagger, in the heart of Hope.

And I stabbed and stabbed, till I made sure it was chocked.

I chained it with the silk ribbons and iron that it may not elope.

Then set in a ship and buried it, in the deepest of ocean floor.

Let out a sigh of relief and release, when I docked,

Who knew what I killed, was an immortal bloke?

A whisper in the air, carrying an old name from distant shore.

Is enough to distress and stir, the deepest of my soul.

As I walk barren on the floor of desultory hollow.

Your promises haunt me, like a nemesis in my own shadow.

The evanescent shower of love that was all satisfying. 

Has now turned into a snare, of deceit fortifying. 

With eloquence, you will hold the door and set it ajar.

Walk me in the lagoon of your words and spin the lies so dark  .

I will walk down the trail, like a helpless damsel too naive.

Who is blinded to see, the distress waiting bye.

I bear and forbear for the sake of pride.

You know all the labyrinth, all eloquence is thine.

In the end I give up, your dominion is hard to revoke.

Like a cattle to slaughter, who knows her fate is sealed to yoke.

Then you will put on your cloak and chant the rhymes,

Tails of love that where past and  buried by time.

Imbricating your love in a sluggish pattern you won,

Shut the door at my face when the final ritual was done.

That smirk of your eyes, gives shiver to my spine.

And as you walk out, victorious like constantine.

Never turn to comfort, rather mock with your fellow tribe.

Who look down at me, not knowing you did the crime.

Now I weep and weep for the woebegone.

Vow to self is broken, the crimson heart is torn.

Maybe ecstasy is what often rules my mind and soul.

Deeper truth remains that I give in to simply have you more.

Now I loose dignity to live in your sanctuary erstwhile.

 Ephemeral courtship, dalliance of fortnight.

Every night I bury with my hands, this Hope.

Every morning it resurrects like a new born mortal, this Hope.

Manchester United vs Swansea 17/08/2013

They say "Football is the matter of life and death for some people, but trust me if you are a real fan, you know it's more than that"

So I just came across this brilliant idea (that's what I feel about it) in the middle of the match that I should start posting about every United match experience this season. Maybe I'll start following La-liga more sincerely now so I can post about that too. Offcourse I will support Real-Madrid there. I believe all the thousands of fans across the globe have different match experiences depending on a lot of factors (that sound's so scientific), so I am gonna share neatly my experience.

Let me at least start from the scratch for the new people. Okay folks!! so the 2013 Barclays Premier League has started on 17/08/2013. There are 20 teams that play against each other. You don't have to trouble yourself thinking too much, Manchester United is the BEST and my favorite. You will hear things about us like they are 'Glory Hunters' and all those kind of shit, but we don't have to focus on that because "We are Red Devils and we do what we want."

I was supposed to spend the night at my friend Meenal's place, as her mom invited me to eat some amazing home made food and then later on I realized that it is the match day and I can enjoy the match more their because Meenal's little brother Varun is also a huge soccer fan (even though he supports FBC, it's fun to be provoked by your enemies). 

So I calculated that the match is going to start late in mid-night and I was talking lazily with my friend until I saw facebook updates on banter pages about the kick-off. Okay, so all these sites show match timings according to EST and I have to admit that I am really bad at calculating IST. I every time end up asking someone what are the match timings, but this time I thought i can figure it out on my own. (Honestly, I don't want my friends to think I am too dumb sometimes)

We were playing against Swansea on our home ground. I so wanted to watch the match but Meenal's mom and Varun were watching some comedy show on the TV and I really didn't wanted to disturb them. It was half-time already and I could just know from banter pages that United scored 2 goals by RVP and Welbeck. Now the awaited time came, they were done with the show and I could watch the match. 

What happened in the second half was a lot of waiting for United. Swansea was trying real hard to make a goal. This guy Canas from Swansea fell down and acted pretty much like a drama-queen that he is injured by Van-Persie, but come on we are not that blind. Even RVP had this grin on his face, I bet he wanted to say, "Bitch! Please." But then Swansea somehow managed to make a goal and the score was now 2-1.

Now, Rooney came in and let me tell you one thing. I was pretty mad at him lately about how he was changing his mind regarding staying in the club and doing all kind of non-sense stuff, but then when he walked down the ground I realized I respect him and love him the same way and maybe I can't actually hate him for what he did. I will choose to forgive you Wayne.

It did a great deal of benefit when he came in, as his wonderful assist gave way to RVP for a goal and we were leading with 3-1 now. This Swansea guy Canas was out and this Korean player Ki Sung-Yueng came in. Man I must say he is just so cute that I will have to google everything about him. Anyways, Swansea could not do much later on as we just passed the ball here and there to kill time.

RVP was off and Anderson came in, well the 90 minutes just got over and we had extra 4 minutes. There was actually no hope to see any goal. But this guy Welbeck made the most amazing goal ever. I mean the Swansea keeper was actually standing there, watching the ball go by and he just had his jaws dropped. I never expected 2 goals from Welbeck in the first match and I must say that's the beauty of this game, it's so unpredictable.

At the end, I am glad how my team started this season by winning the first match by 4-1. I can not imagine the club without RVP now and I am proud of Welbeck. Still I want to see Chicharito and Nani recover soon and come back to the field soon. Our next match is with Chelsea and it will be fun to watch the game with some of their fans and mock them on their face.

RED DEVIL FOEVER!! GLORY GLORY MANCHESTER UNITED!!

Me, Meenal and Varun.

 

Robin Van Persie after his 2nd goal.

Me and Meenal :)

One Fine Clammy Day!

One fine clammy day, she was driving faster than customary. Not there was a rush to see a big cheese, despite she knew he was alleged to fly to Florence for work today and might be lynching up in air by now. But a fraction of her just so badly wanted him to be there. Illusions and her were like mirage to voyager. And now, sitting dejectedly staring out through the sheathing window watching her yeasty cup of latte. Surrounded by her close bunch, she just appeared to be like a loath of meat delimited by vultures. Not to disregard, they were people who shared a kinship. But the very moment she wanted to be lost in her Pandora world. Until she saw a honking car stopping at the lane. Her eyes could spot his sedan like an eagle that descries its prey. Her heart was pounding expeditiously leaving her tickled pink. She tried to make up a long Pharisee face but her eyes could hardly hide the ecstasy. And as he sat across her she was back to This world. Like gravity other from Newton's was strong enough to pull her back. Because veracity was sweeter than her chimera for now. If there was a scale of eternity she perceived to know him from the day of creation. How his presence made her aware of her every agitation. The falling strand of her hair, to what angle her lips should twist when she grins. How graceful she was trouncing her trenchant commotion. And then her head-trip was trammeled when she found herself facing the Red street signal and then she realized his presence around her was just another daylight nightmare and she continued to drive. 

Oh! she is a walking dreamer, reality to her is just a phase. This human race is something she despises, she is a foot above this society now and spins a companionship in her head everyday. And if you want to see the beauty of her creation, you will have to live in that dungeon of rejection, see through her loss, walk through the obscured valleys to the roads that lead to shame, mortification to the level where your soul pleads to trade the conscience. But if you still hold on to the virtue and accept life in the face everyday, Only then can you look through the window of her cerebral creation.
She finally made it to her destination and marched towards the grave, of one she fancied to walk up the isle with. She dropped the bunch of flowers at the gravestone and her wet eyes filled the air with serenity and she whispered the pledge to withstand every tomorrow, but this time her soul was more than shattered and her words were mere hollow. 

Yes!! the ashes of his beloved still floated in the sky. His breathe disowned him in the crash that occurred when Florence was still out of sight. For seven years she embraced the love that recollection of memories gave.

But ALAS! she lost the fight today and as the last pill went down her throat, the lady who fought despair with an iron heart, parted the mortal body on one fine clammy day.