My Hero

A hero is a winner for the world,

A hero is one who fights against all odds to win,

A hero is one who cannot be defeated.
A hero cannot remain unknown to most of the world,

But I consider myself as my hero!

Yes this is an arrogant and a snobbish thought,

Yes this is wrong and the world will think it is just a way

to satisfy myself that I will never lose.

My war with myself may not be as big as the war fought by the poor,

the pain suffered by the innocent,

but my war is me myself.

Everyday, I wake up to prove to myself about my existence,

I am just a negligible individual in this world but

everyday I survive to wake up the next day to be there in my defence to my existence.

I don’t own anything that I have-

not the clothes I wear, 

not the money I earn,

not the people I love and

not even the work I do.

But all I have are the words I say and the voice I have.

You may cut me off into small pieces and devalue my existence

But what I have said, will always be what I mine.

My past may not be great but I am still there in the present!

My future may not be great either but I am still there living today!

Everyday I compete with my present which soon will become my past

to become a hero.

I am my hero because I don’t compete with the world which maybe better or worse than me,

I am my hero because I fight to succeed against myself for one more day.

My failures may grow but still i survive!

My successes in the world may grow but I still may not be remembered!

But I am my hero because everyday I am by myself

And  the day I belive that I am a winner would be the day I would have actually lost a follower.

Its not winning or losing that makes a hero

Its the self existence that makes a hero,

Everyone is a hero not in their own right

But in the right that you have won to survive one more day! 

Contradictory Existence

Why does the sky change its colour?
why does the wind change its direction?
just to make me look in another direction,
or just to add the one constant in all the change.

With darkness comes an unkown infinity,
or is it just the absurdity of the mind I possess;
not sure if it the nakedness or the colorless phase,
that makes me enjoy the the small moment of light because of the firefly.

Why does a failure come and then go and comeback?
why does one touch make a difference when compared to another?
just to make me realize that my senses are there and not really numb;
or just that there is a want within to look at change in my outlook to the world.

I look at the sun and get blinded by it,
or just that I am too scared to face its might.
not sure if it is the fear I have been holding within,
or is it the fear I created because one day I was blinded in hope.

colour me colourless

Colour me bad,
Colour me ugly;
Paint the shades around me,
In black and make them dirty.

Colour me a mask,
Colour me into a farce;
Change the hue and make it dull,
Making me a faint reflection of myself.

Colour me empty,
Colour me dry;
Fill me with all the colours’
Making me into a confused blot.

Colour me white,
And make me start again;
Or colour me black,
And hide me behind the scene.

Colour me the sea,
And take me to the horizon;
Or colour me the abyss,
Onto an infinite path.

Colour me a mountain,
Not to make me feel insignificant;
But to look at the world around turn colourless,
By pouring the rain over me,
By making me crystalline,
Making the pain within me just pure
That I can feel every inch of it.

Turn me into a new born and
Make me paint my own colors
Blue, grey, green or red,
But my colours that take me beyond the horizon
To start all over again.....