The more I sweat, the more I shine

I'm not a star.

There is no halo over my head.

Fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes.

Struggle and srtife are old friends of mine.

Who am I?

I'm survival, I'm guts, I'm pride.

I like odds.

Specially when they are stacked against me.

Because there will come a time when I'll stare them in the eye

And smile the smile of one who's pulled it off.

I'm the guy who'll have deep lines on his face some day

And it'll make me look good when I laugh

Because that is the day I'll have no fear

And taste the sweat that is sweet

And look back for the very first time and say,

I did it my way

The long hard way.

Disclaimer - The above poem was a part of the print campaign for Kawasaki Bajaj Caliber (You can read the first one here). I took permission from them to reproduce this on my blog, and all copyrights belong to them or the poet as the case may be.

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out

I like odds. They help me get even

Success has no address,

No landmark,

No calling card,

But the path is steep.

And some will take the elevator,

But I will take the stairs,

Some will get there faster,

But I will get there stronger.

And adversity will be my travelling companion

Because when I reach there I can turn to adversity and say, So long,

And heave the bag of taunts and insults I have gathered along the way, and scatter them to the birds.

I will miss them,

But feel lighter,

Yes

That will be the day,

When I stand by a large bay window and unclench my fist

For there will be no more odds to conquer,

Not even in the mind.

Disclaimer - The above poem was a part of the print campaign for Kawasaki Bajaj Caliber. I took permission from them to reproduce this on my blog, and all copyrights belong to them or the poet as the case may be.

This is Hashir, signing off

Over and out