LIFE'S A BATTLE, FIGHT IT...

With age we start accepting things they are. We don't fight for what we want. Sometimes it makes us sad, dissatisfied but still we think that's life. This post tries to change this attitude. Learn to fight with yourself to win against your life. That's what makes our life worthy. Hope you all like this new post...

Every day morning I wake up alone,

Thinking of my life and to me what it has done.

Those beautiful moments that once it had shown,

Took it back suddenly like a long standing loan.

I keep on thinking that why I was born,

And start shedding tears in a silent whispering tone.

My life is so good, still why I'm sad?

It happens with everyone some good and some bad.

But I'm a 25 year old grown up lad,

Who has achieved many things but also lost what I had.

The sad part of life is very difficult to be said,

But the truth is that, that loss sometimes makes me mad.

It’s easy for you to console when others do cry,

But imagine when no one's there to even see you die?

No one to hug you when you shed tears,

Only you have to control your own life's gears.

When emotions overpower your body here,

Only you have to listen to the scream of your fears.

Is this enough or you want me to describe more?

To know my life which is already sounding so bore.

Just to take out his frustration on a guy,

I think God has kept me and makes me cry.

Every time some good happens, sadness follows so soon;

That I ask God, after happiness in morning, can't you wait for the noon?

But amidst all darkness, I thank my life for a reason;

It has changed me to a better person with every passing season.

It breaks me every night thinking it has destroyed my boat,

But next morning a better me wakes up saying show me what you've got.

No one can defeat me till I accept the defeat,

These words from sultan in my life perfectly fits.

With every change in me, a fear leaves me forever;

I become a better version of myself, and the effort will stop never.

I don't do it to prove my critics that once I was right,

I don't do it to get back those lost memories for which I used to cry at night.

Rather, I do it to defeat my weaker side with my eyes filled with light,

As my soul always shouts - fight, fight and fight.

And one day my life will be impressed of my fighting spirit,

And from my life I will get a never-ending treat,

That day when you can control your life is not far my friend,

Just continue fighting and one day your life before you will bend.

P.S. Life is a war, fight it to win it...