Iam the standing in a midst of battleground …
Holding the sharpened sword of feelings .and defending shields of emotions …
What I see  vividly is  …
The oppenent who I was  fighting is myself …
I am the one who is running away …
Iam the who is chasing me…
Being the one who started the war…
Losing was never a option from melancholy of the brave hearts …
Even I knew I would get lost with my self .
I calmed down and said to myself …
“Destiny …. Such a bitch “