In admiration

This subject celebrated by legions of eyes,
Yet none to decipher her, O sigh!
That smile that unarms even the wise,
O woman, thou art a treasure in disguise.

Yet, who’s treasure shall I name thee, O Dear,
So oft has claws of possession wronged thy mane,
How uninitiated are those jeering seers,
Who seek to grasp the wind, alas in vain.

Valorous at the door yet vulnerable at the window,
Daring at war, yet gracious on the floor (dance floor)
Loving to the cradle, yet stoic at vow,
Beauty in the skin, the interior hath filled with lore.

The Valient Men - Puzzle

Two armies of four meet at war,
the valient men split evenly by the star,
When Mathematics' queen swung her magic dome,
the aura reduced them to a palindrome.

"We count on Dada"

Thus spake Rahul Dravid emphatically about Ganguly after the victory over the Lankans in the final match. It was perhaps a year ago that Mr. Ganguly found himself in the woods of the cricketing world. With his skill letting him down, his coach writing him up, with English Literature giving him an infamous crown(the word "ganguly" made it to the Oxford dictonary meaning "to come and go immediately"), his personal life being put under the microscope...and the list goes on. It struck when Mr. Ganguly, shedding the fangs of remorse, sitting in an empty stadium addressed the Nation with a "have you forgotten me already".
And today, he is having one of the most successful come-backs a sportsman can dream of. Each visit to the crease has been a resurruction of sorts, of a persona, of a skill, and most importantly of a career. Probably Oxford should change the meaning or atleast add a pun to the word "ganguly" now meaning "to go and come back immediately"!!
The only song that plays on my lips today is:
"Toota toota ek parinda aise toota, ki phir ud na paaya....jo bhi ho kal phir aayega"

Hats off..wait..no hats off to Mr. Ganguly. For, neither was his fall in fame his crime, nor is his resurruction, his heroic! This is a game of an up and a down, a crest and a trough...so aptly mentioned in this song. The heroic is to live it.

I do know if it is pre-mature to write this..however, I better write it better it is too late to notice.

Answer to Puzzle-II

Thanks for your participation. Here is my thought about the puzzle.

He = Fire; I = Smoke

That vibrant nature of the fire and the quiet nature of the smoke(line 2)...Smoke rises from fire, yet its the smoke that puts off fire(line 3).

Puzzle-II

The dimensionless he and the formless me,
My quiescent gait and his glorious dance,
From him I am roused, yet, he is fallen by me,
Name our identities to have this puzzle in lance.

Who is he and Who am I??