The Losing Battle

Do you ever feel like you are fighting a losing battle?

When all the odds  trump against you

And all you see is blue

When you can feel your ship sinking

And,All the hopes losing

You can feel the chill going down in your spine

You contemplate your life’s decisions

Where did i go wrong?what was my fault?

As you lie on your bed

Wishing the night to last forever

You  are then faced with a dilemma

To let go ? or to try harder?

Then you draw inspiration

From a piece of letter

written by a loved one

“Run Forrest run”

Then you start your run

Towards the demon

And feel a rush of dopamine

Rushing through your nerves

You somehow defeat the demon

And see a smile on the face

Of your loved one

Coz that’s all that matters

As you finally win

Your losing battle

Choice’s

Have you ever taken the road less travelled?

just b’coz it was beautiful and serene

and not b’coz you wanted to be unique

Have you ever chased a Bus?

with no destination in mind

but b’coz the journey was wild

Have you ever taken a wrong turn?

just b’coz it felt so appealing

like it was your gut feeling

We are defined by our choices

and not by abilities

said Dumbledore to Harry

As the sweet spot where life begins

Lies at the end of our comfort zone

Dreams and Nostalgia

Back in the city of lakes

on the golden street

Near a limestone kiln

enclosed in the forest of Amaltas

is a house

which i call my home

With a beautiful lake on its left

And a majestic dam on its right

It is truly a nature's delight

the neighbourhood radiates opulence

where pets outnumber residents

and sedans rush through the streets

like the dark knight in Gotham city

Among these buildings sits a humble construction

how grand it is- doesn't really matter

I have many memories tied here

which makes me laugh,rejoice and may be shed a tear

I have mountains to climb

Conquer Paris and Rome

And bring glory back home

Because that's where i belong

And no matter where i go

A part of me still lives here

The greatest joys of Life

Sitting on a bench by the poolside

with a roaring fountain in the middle

making me poised

Did i ask for anything more in life?

wandering on a lonely street

with a forest by my side

staring at the night sky

shining with its full might

Did i ask for anything more in life?

The confessions of the weak hearted

As I lay on my bed,

i could hear my heart beating,

As blood rushed through my veins,

i could hear it thumping

They wished

“i want to hear my heart beating”

Dream wisely is what I am saying,

As one day ,

They may start realising

But Life’s no flat Grasslands

if you got the roses,

you’ve got to accept the thorns

Though I still prefer,

A vigorously beating heart,

over a silent one

But hearing heartbeats ,

while lying on a couch

on a bright  silent saturday noon

is something what I would not wish for

even for my darkest foes.