When the going gets tough ...

When effort goes unrewarded, when caliber goes unnoticed, when passion is ignored - you wonder why! why cry to be heard? why shout till you're hoarse? why beg when you're rich? why waste a tear? why not just move on ....

The answer is - a dream - a dream I nurtured. For all of five years! day in and day out, no matter what I did - I saw a dream that was a speck in the horizon - the ever nearing horizon. I dreamt of living my dream - I dreamt of reaching the horizon. Only now do I realise how wicked the horizon was being to me... The faster I ran toward it, the faster it ran away from me..
I cry to be heard .. I shout till I'm hoarse .. I beg though I'm rich .. A tear trickles down - but all it does is add a drop to the ocean between me and the cruel horizon and that innocuous speck!

When the going gets tough... it gets tougher and tougher!

The passage of agony seems endless, but hey! maybe its just a maze and the door called ecstasy is round the corner - hiding from my view, teasing me till I find the right turn that gets me there!

When you wake up from illusions

Livin in a world of illusions - I dint know where I stood among "equals"
There was a time when I thought I was the best - and complacency ruled my life
- finally I woke up, found myself nowhere near the top !
Then suddenly there are no nights in my life - I wake n fight - 'coz there's nowhere to go but up!
All this sweat and all these tears - all just for one cause - to slip back into my wonderful world of illusions - and enjoy its confluence with reality!