It...

Who says material pursuits are unemotional fights over nothing deep.
Sometimes, "It" is what becomes your biggest fight...


A twinkle in eye,with a drop of tear,
It was all so far,yet it seemed so near.

All I wanted was to touch "It",hold "It",raise "It" high,
Grow, from being a mere undeserving onlooker,letting out a sigh.

For I needed "It" so bad,so very much,
It became who I am,it held me,became my crutch.

What's this!Some one pushes me,jostles,goes past,
I hit the ground,small nukes in brains,a blast.

"It" is no more mine,strange hand smothering it,
"It" is mine,I shout,rest stare,as if I was under a deranged fit.

I laugh out,crying,and Oh so loud,letting out the pain,
See me cry today,see me hurt today,but I will fight you for "It",Once again...