golf

i want to swing a sturdy long iron club (golf). swing with wild abandon, sending the ball the farthest it can go. i feel like driving the club on railway platforms waiting for the train... full bodied swing, 300 degrees; while crossing bridge hurtling the ball in air above the stalled traffic; on terrace sending the ball beyond all the visible buildings; office corridors sending the ball smashing through the window out in sunlight.
vast open greens and utter freedom. wind and sand.
golf is such a queer combination of freedom and precision. and i can afford neither.

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Parul Sharma said…
looks like someone who is yearning for freedom from inside. all the pent up frustration inside of not being able to do what he wants.....

a child who wants to play but all his toys have been taken away.

ye zaroori hai ki har dil mein dard ho,
magar aanso chupa ke rakho....

kyuki zindagi ka koi toh karobar bina ishtehaar ke ho....
Mon Oct 12, 06:26:00 PM GMT+5:30
Ajinkya said…
wah!
nicely written lines be, its ur original?
Tue Oct 13, 03:02:00 PM GMT+5:30
Strider said…
....can afford neither....(cornered smile)
Mon Oct 19, 02:13:00 AM GMT+5:30
Ajinkya said…
saala! tu ye re.. baghto me.. :P
Tue Oct 20, 10:28:00 AM GMT+5:30
Ajinkya said…
saala! tu ye re.. baghto me.. :P
Sun Mar 27, 10:14:00 PM GMT+5:30
Parul Sharma said…
looks like someone who is yearning for freedom from inside. all the pent up frustration inside of not being able to do what he wants.....

a child who wants to play but all his toys have been taken away.

ye zaroori hai ki har dil mein dard ho,
magar aanso chupa ke rakho....

kyuki zindagi ka koi toh karobar bina ishtehaar ke ho....
Sun Mar 27, 10:14:00 PM GMT+5:30
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