Bowling wides (Tribute to Scott Boswell)

 

The first one was down leg-side,

He hit me for a four;

Then I simply lost my head,

Bowled four wides in a row;

The over just refused to end,

It was a nightmare, my friend.

 

Feels so heavy in my hand,

The seam cuts through my skin;

The crowd simply goes berserk –

I can’t think through the din;

The over just refused to end,

It was a nightmare, my friend.

 

Line and length, accuracy-

All those I learnt in school;

Just when I need it the most,

I simply lost my cool;

The over just refused to end,

It was a nightmare, my friend.

 

Soon all this will be over,

I’ll take wickets again;

But right now, all I need is a

Place to hide, a den;

The over just refused to end,

It was a nightmare, my friend.

Set me free

Some days you wake up in a sweat,

A fish swimming into the net;

Who knows what lies ahead –

Oh that feeling of dread.

 

Some days you’re better off asleep,

No nightmare is ever that deep

Than those outside the bed;

Oh that feeling of dread.

 

Some days are darker than the night;

Can’t get away, try as you might,

From what’s there in your head –

Oh that feeling of dread.

 

You feel so heavy, full of fright,

What is the answer? Where is the light?

Set me free.

 

 

The elephant in the room

They cringe when I walk in,

And wince when I begin

To speak up for the truth,

And yet they don’t listen;

‘Cos I am the prophet of doom,

I’m the elephant in the room.

 

You see me every day,

You know I’m in your way;

Yet you don’t want me there,

Want my head on a tray;

‘Cos you’re scared that I’m the new broom,

I’m the elephant in the room

 

I see fear in her eyes,

Can hear her silent cries;

She pretends I’m not here,

But she’s so full of lies;

‘Cos I’m the harbinger of gloom,

I’m the elephant in the room.

 

Awkward Conversations

Go hit your head against a wall,

Push me to the limit;

No corner asked for, none at all,

It’s a battle, damn it!

Is it your fault? Or is it mine?

Is that you talking? Or the wine?

 

Awkward Conversations,

We have them all the time;

Mental masturbations,

With no reason or rhyme

 

What’s going on inside your head?

Or mine, for that matter?

Have no clue, having lost the thread,

I am just a mad hatter;

Is it like you said? Is it me?

Are you barking up the wrong tree?

 

Awkward Conversations,

We have them all the time;

Mindless accusations,

Just fling out all the blame.

 

Do you remember how it was,

Before all this started?

When we could talk without a pause,

Till the time we parted.

Where are the words now? Are they dead?

Or are they better off unsaid?

 

Awkward Conversations,

We have them all the time;

Vocal constipations,

Let’s get it out sometime.