In number abound,
I am caught with my feet off the ground
Dumbstruck, Dumbfound(ed).
They are thoughts
And thoughts galore,
who leave me hapless
Like RD of Royal Bangalore.
Dont know why or what?
All I know is that I am in a RUT.
Like a whirlpool it sucks me in
Thoughtful helpless me, How can I win?
I live like a vegetable and get up late
Signifying there is nuthing on my plate,
There was a time when I was quick
A la Shaun Tait,
Today I aint even a trundler
Who plays in the Ranji Plate.
Still all was not lost
As people smiled on my nuggets,
But now even those
Are crying buckets.
Suffocated,
Flabbergasted,
Frustrated,
Yupp once I too was jolly,
Today I feel like Neil Mckenzie
who cant even score of a half volley.
When relations hurt
Be it friends Love or Brothers
The heart crashes
like the Great fall of Lehmann Brothers.
I am heading nowhere and the heart cries
"MUMMY...."
I guess I am that merchant of emotions
whose luck has sold him 'A real dummy'.
Who is writing this?
This cant be me,
For I make people smile
And fill them with glee.
And i recall a
Strapped Jumbo
Majestic Marshall
and Ballistic Biff,
They would not have succeeded
had they wondered IF.....
This piece has kinda helped me stitch
Has taken me back to my mark, out of this ditch
Right Arm Over here I come,
Cuz I like to see Blood on the pitch.
