Soldier

Rise up dear soldier
The war is still in terms
The battle has not yet been lost
In times like such, don’t lose your faith.
Our strengths must be our teachers
Enslaving us with the thirst of triumph
Not be too kind to the defeat,
It’s disguised to your only defeat.
Must you give up here?
After all of what you’ve seen
Things worst than this
And this right here you surrender?
Soldier, O soldier come forth this darkness
Leave past your heart, break your emotions
These civilians they look upon you
You’ve much weight on your firm shoulders.
It’s all about this moment,
Come past this somehow.
The darkest of night is before the dawn,
And that is where one must not lose at all.

Dark

Shelter my heart and satiate my thirst
But dear lady, don’t get me obsessed with love.
I have come a long way out of those streets
And sometimes in nights alone
A waste an hour or so mourning
Those days of us and how it went
From you and me to me and more and many.
Each one at a time
I thought I loved,
Each one once in a while
I just selfishly cared.
Come tonight for my walls resent this guilt
Of whatever they did
The blame that must be their or not.
I could care less today and work it out in days to come
But as a human that I am,
Love is a tender bliss of lust and life
Taken in proportion each rational,
I seek to accept the fragility of this relation.
So shelter my heart and deviate my mind
Because within these webs for once
I need to feel lost again.

Liar

Each liar is hopeless and pathetic until he discovers that truth cannot be hidden for long.
Then he is hopeless, pathetic, and scared.

The situation- a stupid elaboration.

There’s so much in the world I want to be and so much of the stuff that I want lies in its extremes and I simply cannot decide. I have created for myself an overwhelming habitat, around the corner of which lies my real(or make belief image) which I am certain is of no much use in my another world.
I wouldn’t call myself as bipolar, no that would be too much to say that I am. If I had to chose the right set of words for my current condition, I would definitely call myself a teenager and why not. Basically it’s all so simple and yet so compound- I chose to be someone that I am not(inspired or maybe influenced?). The high degree of fluctuation that moves me from one scenario to a completely new one can often be misleading, disrupting and awfully difficult to balance. Imagine yourself in snow and the next moment you know it’s all melting down. Been there, Done that? Well, you have grown.
Apparently struggling myself in the webs of this condition again due to lack of knowledge, unknown that is, I have no control over it or no healthy tip or trick I would render you to apply for diagnosis( if at all this is real). Maybe this is happening or maybe not; it’s all so paradoxical.

The doer

Anyone can excel: it all relates to the limits you set. That way someone running state level is satisfied and the other running for national still wants more. It is just how much you can exploit yourself to increase the bar and evolve in it. So which one is you- The shower or the doer?

Goodbye

Now that you are running,
Running far from your fear,
I want you to know it maybe hard,
But let nothing stop you from here.

You’ve been a coward once,
You’ve been survivor,
You’ve been dreamer too,
Let the soldier within unleash now.

The road is not all straight,
I could lie you’ll finish,
But I, from the school of realism,
Must tell you- be aware.

Your progress is impressive,
My people say you are strong,
Now that you’ve ran this far,
Have will and walk a few more.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope everyone infinite happiness and crazy warm wishes to enjoy every second with their loved ones. Christmas to me is not only a grand religious occasion for some people, it is but also a festival of belief and hope. That if you can hope each year Santa will come checking every wish you wished each time with such redemption, then you can hope for anything. Hope is a good thing and we must always keep it. I hope that you hope in all good things of life- whatever they may be.

Oblivious

Days will fade away,
These moments of joy will pass.
Forth all preserved memories,
Somewhere in this place,
Our past forces out dreams;
Unsaid, undone and a few gladly yearned.
Each day we work towards them,
And for one step closer we’d give it all,
Dreams! These happy dreams can be firm mentors,
Yet for some they’ll only bring ruins.
Days will fade away,
These moments of joy will pass.
And I, I would sit right here almost forever,
As I move my age an year older,
And the music more sober.