Loss!

"There's no pleasure in losing a game but never ruin the fun gained in playing"
- Vineet Aggarwal


This all is so true for one and just one reason, we feel sad when we lose. It's human to feel sad over a loss, nobody can be perfect to never shed a tear over the spilled milk sometime at least in their lives but what is needed from us is not to ever lose the faith in oneself. There might not be the second chance ever, the loss may be very heavy but why should we feel low or sad about it, why to lose the faith in oneself, always remember that you performed, you were there in the battle fighting every moment, in every strike of the blade it was you. When you were there it was only you who was there, your own tools, your strategy, your own strength etc, in everything it was you beaming with rush, that enthusiasm and you learnt a lot, you learnt what is the way mistake happens, you learnt what is the right way thru that puzzle and you felt happy about, so, why lose it all now?

Lonely Truce!

Rage and fire all around,
Walking through the world of ash,
Lonely souls killing,
Butchered dreams,
Don’t know the direction of life,
But this world burns too foul.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

Burning the holes too deep,
With mind to find all,
Only bullets n bombs to feed,
Afraid of the shadows,
This city of chaos looks insane.

Fighting over the borderline,
Forgotten divine bullets they drive,
Savior of the world,
Running away to the lost mind,
Dead rotten creep eats piece of mine.

Playing on the news are the horrid scenes,
Unmoved walk away from the screams,
A well of gas or the land mass,
Pulling the carcass the doom comes too soon.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

On wedge of the war I walk too far,
Crying to the dry blood,
Burdened eyes see the fall,
Flesh covered with the lies,
As the soul dies I walk to find the world of my own.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

Fighting over the borderline,
Forgotten divine bullets they drive,
Savior of the world,
Running away to the lost mind,
Dead rotten creep eats piece of mine.

Rage and fire all around,
Walking through the world of ash,
Lonely souls killing,
Butchered dreams,
Don’t know the direction of life,
But this world burns too foul.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'

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Celebrations of Bard

Hi,

My pals call me The Bard, they call me the voice of their opinions, their thoughts. Well, truly I would speak and write what this world sees, feels, and how I feel, but never for once has there been a time when I felt the world is so so very far from me. In every breath, in every blink I feel and see this world, what I am today has so much to be thanked to the world.

Thus, I the Bard of the world celebrate, in thanks to all that this world has to offer me, the love, the care, the companionship, the bitterness, the sweetness, the blue skies, the dark waters, it's a celebration of everything and nothing.

Peace be there! - The Bard