Living in my own world
Alone and safe in this tranquility
Forced to come out of my shell
Scared to take a leap of faith
Competing with the best
Knowing i would be beaten at the test
A competition meant to be fair
Hoping to emerge the best pair
Exercising the spirit of sportmanship
Hoping not to ruin a valuable friendship
Fighting to lead an impossible group
Hope i wouldn't be thrown out by a coup
Though they do not believe in me
Atleast now i know the true ones indeed
I may not be the winner

There are groans building up
within the cell of your belly.
Laughter, a first layer,
sleeps at the base of the column,
unafraid of who comes upon his back.
Disbelief holds hands
with an unlikely friend, faith. They
sat together in church last Sunday,
exchanging no glances, but today,
they sleep atop laughter; the church
becomes a cone upon your back
and you graze snaillike, saved again
from the hostility of homelessness.
Then comes the most recumbent,
the one who wouldn't sleep as well,

Staring at the stars at night
Searching for the lightest twinkle bright
In pain of the event
That pushed me to the extreme extent
Nurturing a passion for revenge
Searching deep for the fault in our stars
Living in my dark shadow
Neglected by the friends i show
Unbothered they are about my feelings
Wondering the truth behind their healings
Crossing with a fearless heart
Hiding the scar caused from the past
Blaming the fault in our stars
Just might be caused by the violent clouds

Undaunted was your bravery,
this, to your assailants was a mystery .
Your death was outstandingly heroic,
Inspite of bullet wounds you stood stoic.

Had you engaged your assailants in a duel,
your death would have been impossible.
Only cowards assail a man unarmed .
A pseudo glory they only earned .