Sole Human-endeavour!

Sole Human-endeavour!
When we were little, we had dreams
that filled our eyes through the silver moon beams
Some naive and silly , Some super significant
Each tiny tact would have us inspiration stuck

With a rush of compassion to make it all from big to small.

Brave wings to fight up petty things ,
Always sprouted from back to risk up any innings ,
Crafting these in the heart, we never thought of anything apart.
Some of us are now living those dreams,

And the rest of us drifted away into distant beginings .

The fling we all had like little soldiers within ,
Faded away into the skies unseen.
Losing childishness along the way,
We mature , We grow up ,we realize and we get old.
Somewhere in between adoloscence to middlescence ,

Most of us often notice a dip in the drive – A deadlock.

A deadlock-Where we do not want get into the future
Nor do we want to get ahead of our past.
Dreams are now fantasies of escape from responsibilities ,
and Wishes are to fullfill the parts of self that no one cares .
Seeking that now will be an unchangeable past in no time

Amidst all the chaos we stand still with one desire clear .

An undying hope that lives longer and counts bigger,
than the number of times we have gone around the sun.
A wish to make it big and shine under the limelight ,
An ambition to get glorious and stay infinite forever.
A hope of no matter what and how I am gonna make it someday
This dream keeps us going , gives us a living and has a healing from life .
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Womaniyeah!

Womaniyeah!
She can find the missing socks in a cupboard that seemed empty,
She can kick back a tiring day and wind it down with her welcoming smile.
She never ceases to unburden us with her charm,

She is Magic, She is Mom!

She gets you annoyed,sometimes overjoyed ,
A dainty little sister If you have one on your side ,
Happiness is never devoid.

She can lift your spirit up just like a tide ,
Spin you down on a roller coaster ride.
With her,the universe remains undiminished and entire ,
She is your best half and the best bride.

She lightens your day like a golden sunlight
In the darkest of nights, her presence a twisted solace,
Her absence an emotional void , the women in your life
Deprived of whom life would be destroyed.

A son can never be a daughter, but a daughter can always be the son,
Holding the heart of steel behind their sweetest grins.
The essence for the sheer existence of a man,
Had it not been for a woman mankind wouldn’t have lasted this long.

The Underdog

The Underdog
There is this undisputed fear breathing down my neck
Every minute second and hour ,
The fear of drowning in the sea bed of this world unfair.
Cold and breathless I feel stuck in the cloud of turncoats,
Sullied souls to me rendered this fluence in silence , a toxic tumor
With a stone in the neck that I can never get over.
Stabbing over and over with a wicked smile these worms are clever,
Handicapped they got me these jitters I still cower.
Misanthropic ,unwilling or cautious , unsure of what I could be called.
Under this disability lies my courage to withstand the silent combat
between the voices of my vengeance and my tolerance.
My Strength lies in swimming upstream in this dog-eat-dog world,
To remain sober , sane and humane is what I believe ,
Cheers! If I stayed an underdog in this immoral game.