Fear

He stands alone, in a corner hoping that he is seen by none. Praying for his loneliness, for something inside him had died. A dream killed it, a dream that he saw with open eyes without believing it could die. But it did and it killed him too. He heard a sound, did somebody see him? It cries, his heart. Where did the king go? The one that ruled himself. The one that feared no man but himself. And now he looks at misery and it grows for he never stops dreaming, he only stops believing. At the sky he stares, he needs to fly. "Its all mine yet not my". The mighty man challenged him for a fight for he wanted to laugh, laugh at the already defeated, the timid. And then it happened, the defeated saw another dream, he saw hope, saw life. A defeat had taken his soul but this time he could do anything to be defeated, to loose, to feel the mud. Because this defeat would give him life. So he entered the ring. This time not scared but light... he knew he was going to live again, to laugh with friends, to tell his girl that he was a man, to teach kids the lessons of life. Just a defeat he knew. So happy was his heart, so strong were his senses, so angry was his soul that it fought like a champion. And there he stood, with the challenger on his legs. The emotion he could not describe, a man was born again. And he stood there lookin at the sky.

"No matter its high but this time its my"



BhArTa(inspired)