D for destiny. D for drudgery as well. And drudgery is what opens the gate of destiny. Desires are long borne. Dreams are dreamt so often. But sometimes this diffidence that kills the man in me. It seems, as if in a big cauldron with hot oil bubbling on fire, like a demon's ire it can burn me down to ash. It seems the wings of mind are castrated. Incapability has jacketed the soul. Termites galore have crawled up my feet, climbed till neck high. Despair and disdain has devoured me down its stomach. Dilemma - Distress - Dejection acute!
They say it's not the end of road, and he said, "miles to go before I sleep", but me? Need a break, exhausted in just 3 years. Life is a deal, and I could not deal with its business. Red marks in PLA, cash flow tending to nadir, balance sheet has lost the balance. It's not easy, and it's like a war, not really a little ambush. And staying alive is not enough, staying long is the motto. Survival is the need of the hour.
It's not fear, it's not greed. It's not the money that buy things many. It's passion, it's a wish that rose long ago, to prove a point, to make it done. Not to prove it to you, and you, and you. The destiny is about proving to own-self. It's about beating one's own record, dreaming new dreams for a destiny-re-designed!
They say it's not the end of road, and he said, "miles to go before I sleep", but me? Need a break, exhausted in just 3 years. Life is a deal, and I could not deal with its business. Red marks in PLA, cash flow tending to nadir, balance sheet has lost the balance. It's not easy, and it's like a war, not really a little ambush. And staying alive is not enough, staying long is the motto. Survival is the need of the hour.
It's not fear, it's not greed. It's not the money that buy things many. It's passion, it's a wish that rose long ago, to prove a point, to make it done. Not to prove it to you, and you, and you. The destiny is about proving to own-self. It's about beating one's own record, dreaming new dreams for a destiny-re-designed!
