Heads and Tails

 As a Creator's quill,I played Snakes and Ladders

I'm the Rahu and I swallowed myself...Later I blamed the darkness..

Where my past churns my heart, I was feeling the warmth from it's pyre.

Is second is an year for restless and impatient?

There's no one with no power..but why all these hues and cries?

When there's no light and hope..Why it's always called a New moon? 

My companionship is with my own Hardships.

by Breathing hope, I'm just increasing the span of my sufferings.

Finally I'm the scapegoat for the tiger inside me.

I'm Letting out the scutes of my soul..

Rising over my own eclipse...

Now I'm having labor pains while vomiting banes, diseases, disorders and addictions..

I let myself die to rise again.. I'm the Phoenix..

I was born to win .. I was born to win ..

Rain washed my pains away and fall brought down the sorrowful leaves.

Now I need no 'Moses' to survive.

Sun will rise..

I'm not spending this second to die on the next second.

I'm spending this one to make myself Immortal.

Turning the sea of tears into the oasis of optimism...

I'm the hands of the clock running in search of my happiness. Hope is the battery.

Hope... Sun will rise..soon...

Sun will rise...

Vasista (Vamsi Krishna Bazaru)