Lovers Rendezvous


Suddenly I realize it was an illusion, a dream and a window is merely open through which wind is gushing inside and making a whistling sound. I see her, her beautiful eyes gazing me and her hands are on my shoulders, the touch felt warm with the idea of love in her eyes. Her fragrance was similar to the flowers besides my bed. My heart is pounding and the time froze as we exchanged stare with those eyes piercing mine trying to scrutinize my soul. Her face had a smirk and she sat beside me on my bed as I took comfort in her arms and I couldn’t control myself, my tears began to flow. I missed her, day and night thought of not being with her brought pain and despair but now seeing her in front of me thoughts began to rush into my mind. She said the three words which brought amenity to my restless heart. She got up to leave and I tried to grab her hand but the flower vase fell making an earsplitting sound. Suddenly I realize it was an illusion, a dream and a window is merely open through which the wind was gushing inside and making a whistling sound.

Lost Dreams

I may be holding a dream which may never come true,
The one constant thing that held my life, my heart together, now I’m just sitting with winter blues,
Gather courage; chase your dreams and all other citations now seems like lies,
All my philosophies and ideologies are put to rest,
My courage and determination are put to test.
It’s a kind of sad that the dreams in which I am failing are the ones I remember the best.
Now the feeling of despair looms over my mind,
I dream of the only dream I had,
I have to be brave, I have to be kind but I can’t hold on long I might be going mad,
The voices in my head are screaming and prodding me,
I try to sleep, in my dream only failure in my quest I see,
Please someone tell me where did I go wrong?
Is following my heart a heinous sin for which you have to suffer for so long?
My mind is contemplating to get rid of these sorrows,
Alcohol, drugs and some pills, will they compel my worries away?
Now I just carry a smile for this mad world to treat me the same,
But this half hearten fake smile is also hard and these endeavors will also go in vain.
All these questions reap up in my head,
They say why do you fight? They say why do you endure? They say why don’t you runaway?
The racing of thoughts, the overwhelming confusion which replaces clarity, this is the new beginning of reality for me,
I’m just petrified to dream anymore and only eternal affliction I see.

The Fighter


For a fighter it’s all about wining but to win fare and square, they have to put everything on the line. Broken bones, cracked ribs, nose bleed and excruciating pain, these are common to a fighters life but their dreams is real and winning is the only criterion. I read somewhere that it’s all about wining; winning battles but the magic lies in fighting battles beyond endurance and it’s the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.

Everyone is like a fighter in this world but only a few give hundred percent to achieve their dreams. For some people dreams are only there to get through the day but for some they are the sole purpose of their survival. Life is the stubborn evil that will play by its rules, constantly throwing some obstacles in your way even distorting your ideologies and philosophies. All your training, the bloodshed in achieving your dreams will seem like a waste.

Like a fighter we too have to fight, sometimes what life throws at us or fight our inner self to stay in control or to stay sane because there are no teams, there are no buddies, in this ring of life you are alone, only you. Life is like a boxing ring the boxer has to face several rounds to be a winner but in life the rounds are enduring. Muhammad Ali said “champions aren’t made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stranger than the skill.” In life the will to win is the essential ingredient to success and when you keep fighting and endure you will find the key to life, the key to winning.

“Life is like a boxing match,

Defeat is declared not when you fall, But when you refuse to stand again.”


Life Struggles


Tall buildings, traffic everywhere, busy and fast life; this is the big city where everybody is constantly running 24/7. This is where I stand, just a small little puppy. I am lost in this big city but I have just one idea, one dream, this is my life.

Constantly failing and getting bruised battered but the dream I have will not let me give up, it urges me to build my life piece by piece.  I will reconstruct my soul and conquer my fears; my dream is simple to cross this fence in front of me.

Mediocre dogs see themselves wilting in my shadow as none of them has the ability to understand me. They never will. They taunt me and make fun of me and sometimes call my dream hopeless, trying to disfigure them but I stand strong, the only warrior in their way to crush my dreams. I will not give up at any cost. Every time I think of my dream it gives me a great high with a dopamine release.

I try to jump over the fence but I fail and in the process of trying I got hurt and bruised. Once again I am pushed into the fray, to face another battle and it is all about winning but the magic lies in winning battle beyond endurance and risking it all for a dream that nobody sees but you.  I can hear my inner voice whispering “don’t be afraid to achieve your dreams”.

I am the force of nature, old failures will not halt, old victory will aid, and I am the master of my providence I shall never give up and carry on my quest. This is my life.

  “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the fight in the dog.”

― Mark Twain