FIP

Fake IPL Player is back with 'underground reporting' on T20 world cup. Lets see what kind of spice he brings this time. Arguably his posts were the best satire on the cricket. He added another dimension to the cricketainment with more than 8000 netizens officially following his blog. He didn't disclose his identity as promised but dose one anyone really care ?? The question is will he be able to cast the same magic this time around ? Only the time will tell..

In Process

An amazing poem by a colleague. Posting with her kind permission.
Here it goes -

'In Process'

Like the rainbow that fills the sky

Over the cloudy mountains high

In my darkning tears and sigh

Your memories still does smile.

Doesn't matter day or night

In every single dream I sight

On lonely paths,left or right

Only one name my heart does strike.

On cloudy nights when rain has stopped

That soothing music of falling drops

Cozy breeze kissing the crops

Your blissful face fills my thought..

I feel your fingers through the air

As it brisks through my aging hair

Blurring shadows under the stairs

Is it you or my thoughts unclear ?

You filled my life with laugh and play

I thought our love was here to stay

But like the winter lightning ray

You flashed my life and went away..

You turned my life, your love did dope

Blistering obstacles we stood and cope

Amidst the journey you seized to walk

Then why my dear you gave me hope ?

You vanished in thin air

Leaving just a memory

The sanpshot in the family album

Thats all you leave behind for me..

Like the star that lits the sky

Your memories kill my cry..

How shall i bring those moments alive ?

Though i breathe every second I die..