The Sun doesn’t care
If it might be too harsh
For prying eyes
It doesn’t burn low on days
You want it to
The moon doesn’t light up
They shine, some days bright ,
They don’t have to answer for their fire
And neither do you.
I want to go through this life
Like a nebulous nebula
Of valour, strength and bright colours,
Exploring uncircumscribed orbits,
Gravitating towards destiny
Adrift, so far from this mundane world
In its shades of grey, hatred and envy,
Out of tune with its blues of rutted routines
And when I spend
All the life
Gushing through my iridescent veins
I want to die like a shooting star
Brilliant, even when it is falling
Blazing, one last time
Don’t break my fall
Don’t pull me up
I have been ripped and pulled apart
So many times
Dream, hopes and smithereens burried in dirt,
I can gather the pieces myself
Even if the shards cut;
Just tell me it’s okay to scatter
The people we call broken
Are more often warriors
burried under rotting carcasses
Of everything they fought for,
They may not stir
And light may bounce off their blank stare
But they are not gone,
They are not broken
If they haven’t left the battlefield
Where the humus spits out more heroes
Than time can inhume.
“winning is everything.The only ones who remember you when you come second are your wife and your dog”
– DAMON HILL
The competitive world that we live in today is all about schedules,ticking clocks,stacking money and rushing.
All of that crazy frenzy aims at staying ahead.staying ahead of time,Being a step nearer to achievement than others. Its all about winning the race.
So when we are all looking ahead we see nobody by our side.
First,they have got no time
Second,almost everybody hates you.
Because when you are winning they are losing.
But haters gotta hate. Bitches gotta bitch. Thats what they strive in.The sight of you standing there,A winner who did it without their help ,despite their discouragement and pulls.
It kills them
It shouldnt matter when you feel lonely because you cant bring yourself to rely on anyone because of all the backstabs you have braved.
The people who gave you the push you needed are looking out for you and at you.The pride in their eyes more prominent than yours.
And the losers, well nobody is paying attention to them except the other losers
The throne can not be shared.
The winner always stands alone.