Shaded, faded, degraded
But i promise you my ending verse would be I MADE IT

Grated, rated, penetrated
Hope is with what all my pain I traded

Waited, bated, segregated
You trying, well so am I, therefore you won't see me retrograded

Pierced, teared, speared
Failing is something I never Feared

Cheated, bleed-ed, mistreated
No appreciations, no acknowledgements, little bit of understanding is all I needed

Raided, shredded, perforated
No matter how dark the tunnel gets, for them dreams I WILL MAKE MY OWN WAY

Alackaday, doomsday, mayday
I have felt them all that's what makes 'it' so special- MY PAYDAY

Bitten, smitten, mistaken
Words above define my ride, feel my rhyme and make the most of THE ROAD TAKEN..

Don't you just love it whenever
Everything comes together?
When despite all your fears and doubts
Your hard work pays off, things work out!

The feeling is a special one,
That feeling of a job well done.
For though 'twas hard, you stuck at it;
Though you could have, you did not quit!

Its about the steps you take
Coz they'll define the path you make..

And it is all right to break
After all world ain't itself in a proper place..

But after that despicable sleep you gotta wake
And put in all you got the serenity and the rage..

No one can slow your pace
Once you have decided to set your own stage..

Coz in the end either you will be the one who arrived late
Or the one who tried and tried and.. wrote his/her own slate.

I look back
And cringe at my failures
The dreams that broke
And the unfulfilled desires

All so indecisive
Here lies my mind,
To give up on my dreams
Leave all the wishes behind

The pendulum of the clock
However, tells me another story
Don't stop, no matter what
And you sure,  will have your glory

Like a long-lost teacher
Time tells me - keep up with the fight,
One day You'll be among the stars
Believe me, You'll be shining bright!!

The three little words
I will never say
Are that "I Give Up"...
No! Never! No Way!

One more letter of rejection!
Disappointment and dejection!
Though many of such I receive
I still continue to believe!

I write because I feel a need,
(As vital as the need to breathe)
Words that others may never read;
Though just by writing I succeed!

Death knocked on his door
Willingly, he couldn't ingore
All his wishes were tore
And his heart has become sore

Sadly he tightened the knot
Hung it from ceiling spot
Closing his eyes he thought
With his sense of attachments, he fought

No doubt,failure makes you down
But,every night is followed by dawn
Who lost the war can still conquer his town
You have to fight untill you have your crown