March 28, 2015

War Within..

He tries his best,
to tame the rest,
to be the one..
who wins the quest.

Yet he forgets,
that when sun sets,
waiting somewhere..
someone has regrets.

Of spending lonely time,
Like a melody without rhym,
forgotton in chaos..
of earning few dimes.

Confusion reigns large,
As chaos takes charge,
directions going haywire..
as misunderstandings barge.

With tear drops, cheek stain,
storm brews, incessant rains,
stretched with aspirations...
Life feels the strain.

Yet he decides,
on hopes, he rides,
of finding peace..
when the pain subsides.

Future feels heavy still,
like tumbling rocks on hill,
held together in tighntness...
by an iron clad will.

He is determined to fight,
to find what is right,
forcing victories...
On whatever is in his sight.

Victory smells so near,
being approached, with no fear,
as a bottle of champagne..
waits for a final cheer.

What is pious, what is sin?
who is foe, who is kin?
all seems fair..
in this WAR WITHIN..


PS: Writing after a while, this poem focusses on the part of us, which simply refuses to give up. 'War Within..' is something we all fight, with ourselves and our aspirations. As we become more aware of our plight, by comparing ourselves to this competetive world, this war becomes even more fiercer. Our victory depends on us and it is always just near...

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