This life's a battleground,
We're all warriors here. 
Fake smile is our shield in this, 
And we're battling through our invisible tear' (tears).

Fighting to conquer the kingdom named 'success,'
And the failure is our only fear.
Even after identifying the target of attack,
Our goal seems to be hazy and unclear.

Resisting against unknown adversaries,
Struggling every single day to survive.
"One day, that kingdom will be ours,"
Only this hope keeps us alive.

With a tired body and countless scars,
We prepare again to endure all the strife (strives). 
We back ourselves up again to fight the next...
Perhaps this is what we call life..!

It's nice to see the world with a different angle;sometimes,
It's good to be feeling low; sometimes,
It's good to just not know ; sometimes,
It's good to not go with the flow; sometimes.

Wading through the rough times ; sometimes,
Being on a low key ; sometimes,
Searching the inner most me ; sometimes,
Ready to flee; sometimes,
Not knowing answers to why me ? Sometimes,

Imagination is more vivid than reality ;sometimes,
The best gain is to lose ; sometimes.

©M.D.Nimbalkar

As it dawned upon them
It was their final chance
To dance through the night

And they danced
Donning the colours
Of the new dawn

As it was
The final countdown
To forevermore

For the words to forge
The unwritten
The written, Unforged

Leafless tree
Boughs and twigs  
Folded in Namaste

Alive and green
The tree trunk young
Slightly bent

Part of a canopy
Of the tree lined road
It rests awhile

Seasons change
Some along with the weather
Cycle of change replete