The Victory

I've a habit of not being

Controlled by anything.

My mumma told me about myself

I've the potential to defeat everything.

I saw the wars in her eyes

Pointed towards me

Like a water drop coming towards

The deep pit on a roadside

And we make it look like

Gravity Cause.

Just like that, Gravity is weird

And Attraction is fickle.

Yesterday I was a tourist to my own mind

For thirty minutes, my mind started

Imagining a bare land

Where stills are laughing at me.

I clearly know, have to fight these wars

That I've no intention to win.

You know last time

When someone told me,

This, if you've no intention to fight

Then there is no use to participate.

But everyone that I've ever met

Are into some wars,

That they've no intention to.

There are sometimes when people fight,

Their eyes go pale and they faint.

The faint has seen their holy bubbles

In those eyes which stopped

Being visible when they do.

The dark pitch surrounded environment

Makes them weak, but they raise again.

I don't want to say it,

But the thing is, it felt cool.

Fighting and raising again for a fight

Where you stopped.

So look at me into my eyes,

When these tears fell from mine,

Would you joke it off?

Because these tears are proof for

How many times,

I've fainted and came back.

For every war, they have

Kept in museums as art

Are the contemporary to the ancient ones

Who fought and never woke up.

I wanted to create an imitation game

To these people when you fight

For what you love,

You've to fight fully with all your heart

That one day, The tip of a pen with

Which you noted down

All your fights as poems

Will reach the feet of a small kid

Across these oceans

Who's struggling with bullying

And use your poem

As a tool to fight back.

This is called Victory,

Eating a pizza at the left corner

Of the World in peace

Knowing that someone fight against

Their odds with your footsteps,

At the right corner of the World,

Not burying your enemy.