Scientists!

Why do we remember Alexander Graham Bell, I don't remembering him inventing Bongs!

...make you proud.

You asked not much,

I haven’t tried enough,

But I would love to keep going,

Until either the fight or the fighter perishes.

Its the desiderium, I know not what I seek,

I know not where to peek,

But I will essay for sure, 

With all the extravagance it asks for.

I know not what the road is paved of,

But I have started barefoot,

And I am willed,

To leave a blood trail.

One day, I will win,

I will stand apart from the routine crowd,

One day, you, my graceful lady,

Will feel very proud.

That day, I just hope,

You come by my side,

And for all the plight, for my long fight,

Pat my shoulders and hug me tight.

I think I can sit then,

I can celebrate, I can pause,

And like a little cub,

Crawl between your paws.

Strive!

I often sleep on my tears,
And in the morning, when I open my eyes,
One teeny tiny of them, often rolls down my cheek.

I often choke on what has happened,
But I guess I can’t undo this,
I can only go on to make up for what has happened.

My smile has become artificial,
I am trying to get its rawness back,
But I guess, attached to it now
Is a weed of guilt and disappointment, I cannot get rid of.

I want to sleep sound,
But I guess something is yelling inside me,
Asking me, to end what I started,
Asking me, to give what I failed to give.

Hence, I fight this war,
For the dignity that I have lost,
I will strive,
Causing failing is no more an option.