Fight Club

The breaths are heavy,

But mind is light,

Beats are fast,

From the fight,

Blood rushing down,

All over the face,

Cuts in pride,

With no disgrace,

Legs crying aloud,

Never been so lame,

Hands on their own,

I couldn’t even tame,

Everything settled,

But nothing is same,

Mind satisfied,

Even without any fame,

Its worth everything,

Though just a game,

Living as hard I can,

The day may never come again…

Hit in the mouth,

The sound of cheer,

Better than any stripper,

With a glass full of beer,

Nothing to lose,

And nothing to gain,

Materialistic possessions,

All in vain,

The fist in stomach,

Making me smile,

Forgot the routine,

For a while,

The punch thrown,

The crowd blew away,

This is they want,

All of them say,

Everything settles,

But nothing is same,

Mind satisfied,

Even without any fame,

Its worth everything,

Though just a game,

Living as hard I can,

The day may never come again…

“It’s only after that we have lost everything that we are free to do anything.”