Unmindful Aspiration

We were on our knees then,

We had played with the same toys.

We had grown up a little,

We flirted with the same girl

We then turned more mature.

A dream of my friend

To conquer the world of poetry.

A goal of mine 

To be on his side in his conquest.

I do not like to be his shadow,

Cunning shadow it is 

Disappears in the dark and reappears when everything's fine.

I would be still thinking of his ambition when he falls asleep.

My goodness..!

He's no less

He doesn't let his ambition leave his side even in his sleep.

A million words,

Profusion of literature,

And many outpouring thoughts, roaming endlessly in our

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minds.

For few of them

It's hard to find a way out to the world

While few others 

Are ready to show a way out to the world

These coerced us to 

shape the lurking words in mind

 to black and white.

Lifeless motivation, on the periphery and in crux were the words,

"It's not your cup of tea".

"All that you r thinking is good to see in movies, it isn't really possible".

A Couple of heavy minds 

fighting against

close yet pessimistic 

utterances.

Love, lust or life 

Excuse is given to none.

All that he got is the pen-name

The Anonymous Writer.

And we wished our writings turn anonymous.