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nerable to be unsure regarding things but what he cannot take is the self-judgment,</p><p id="93c9">he has a perfect image but he is lonely and to no avail, he pops his pills and tries to sleep again to no gain</p><p id="3cfa">and forgot the real him only to be stuck in the masked him forevermore</p><p id="6c21">So human as he was, he gave up his defences for someone he loved</p><p id="4eb9">she was just like him, she understood him like no one ever did, she picked him up when he was low and thus he let her in.</p><p id="9f84">he let down his guard and she attacked him,</p><p id="ce5d">he was hurt, so very hurt that he had lost her,</p><p id="f1c0">she used herself as a ploy employed to break his heart into pieces,</p><p id="53fe">he was going under and there was no one to save him or for him to turn to or hold him and tell him that ‘It’s all gonna be okay!’</p><p id="ff30">he used to think being alone was advantageous; ‘solitary over solidarity’ was his motto, cause he knew he could trust no one but himself,</p><p id="6ea5">he realized being lonely together is not being lonely alone!</p><p id="19f5">he was in pain, in a lot of suffering, he was weeping, tears were falling off his cheek as blood was boiling in his veins, he did everything he was supposed to without any mala fide;</p><p id="58bf">His eyes were hurting, his head was aching, he was feeling kind of choked up, he was getting tired of his self imposed insomnia,</p><p id="c616">His self imposed exile to a single file was vile</p><p id="a72b">he was learning to live half alive, wishing she should have killed him</p><p id="1e90">he would have given up everything for her, but his love lost to her ambition</p><p id="2875">he was happily trying to stay in his cute little bubble of existence, in oblivion, shading away from reality.</p><p id="5d58">His defence mechanism was still developing, he was not ready to face the music or her, he was just thirsty for power, trying to imagine the world as a chessboard and himself the queen;</p><p id="2d11">he was confused if he should have all the power or be the one providing it,</p><p id="1363">he was not lost, in his cruel little mind,</p><p id="9084">he was hatching a plan to get to the Oval Office which she had snatched away from him,</p><p id="f23d">I get goosebumps thinking about his horrific aura, he’s the perfectionist, son of satan,</p><p id="c931" type="7">I can now only pray for her…say goodbye !</p><h2 id="b6b3">I implore you to read Part 1 if you haven’t yet!</h2><div id="3be0" class="link-block">

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Poetry

Too Ambitious…

Part 2

he didn’t want to wait and relax,

he was just a boy but with an intellect that made even grown-ups reflect deflection

as if the flood gates were opened his thoughts would make tsunami look like his tears,

I get shudders thinking about him, there was no stopping him, his aura was so majestic that even emperors would get goosebumps!

he knew he would never be fulfilled,

after all, he had defied the limits of the desires that he had sired,

he wanted it all and he wanted it all really bad

he was no ordinary man, he knew the cost of something like this is what cannot be paid but he was ready to make a deal with the Grim Reaper to harvest his ashes!

The fire in his eyes could outshine the sun, he was ready to do anything…

he wanted to get it all, just like Caesar he was unapologetically ambitious but not malicious

he was running out of time, cause his dream was way too big and time was far too less

he was well aware that behind those closed doors of those halls of fame

there is a lame mind game, with everyone tamed to their claim to fame

who are ashamed of their very existence,

horrid memories of how they reached there haunts their repentance,

that game started when the ball was in their court and they declined their very own soul,

and your so-called named fame is in vain.

His adversaries…well they were all set to annihilate him

thus he tried to keep his guard up all the time,

In this World with the survival of the fittest, it’s not easy to climb up and rule

In the light of the night, he was awake not knowing what to do

he has always been so perfect and exemplary that he cannot afford to make mistakes

he is like the moon who is trying to hide his blemishes in the sunlight

he is afraid not of what people are going to say or what his life holds for him, it’s the self-judgment that’s been eating his night’s sleep

he knows its alright to be vulnerable to be unsure regarding things but what he cannot take is the self-judgment,

he has a perfect image but he is lonely and to no avail, he pops his pills and tries to sleep again to no gain

and forgot the real him only to be stuck in the masked him forevermore

So human as he was, he gave up his defences for someone he loved

she was just like him, she understood him like no one ever did, she picked him up when he was low and thus he let her in.

he let down his guard and she attacked him,

he was hurt, so very hurt that he had lost her,

she used herself as a ploy employed to break his heart into pieces,

he was going under and there was no one to save him or for him to turn to or hold him and tell him that ‘It’s all gonna be okay!’

he used to think being alone was advantageous; ‘solitary over solidarity’ was his motto, cause he knew he could trust no one but himself,

he realized being lonely together is not being lonely alone!

he was in pain, in a lot of suffering, he was weeping, tears were falling off his cheek as blood was boiling in his veins, he did everything he was supposed to without any mala fide;

His eyes were hurting, his head was aching, he was feeling kind of choked up, he was getting tired of his self imposed insomnia,

His self imposed exile to a single file was vile

he was learning to live half alive, wishing she should have killed him

he would have given up everything for her, but his love lost to her ambition

he was happily trying to stay in his cute little bubble of existence, in oblivion, shading away from reality.

His defence mechanism was still developing, he was not ready to face the music or her, he was just thirsty for power, trying to imagine the world as a chessboard and himself the queen;

he was confused if he should have all the power or be the one providing it,

he was not lost, in his cruel little mind,

he was hatching a plan to get to the Oval Office which she had snatched away from him,

I get goosebumps thinking about his horrific aura, he’s the perfectionist, son of satan,

I can now only pray for her…say goodbye !

I implore you to read Part 1 if you haven’t yet!

Too ambitious…

ever since he was a little child his small curious mind used to run wild, you couldn’t tame that beast, he wanted to be…

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