I, and my desire
we often talk –
each claiming to be
greater than the other.
The never-ending debate,
always inconclusive,
makes us experiment –
with each-other...
Sometimes,
I give in, to ‘him’.
And he, the
ever-unappeasable brat
inflating his expectations,
always,
never even thanks me
for accommodating him;
he squeezes me,
till I give up, in exasperation.
At other times,
I dam him up –
“Control him!”, I command myself…
…with only one result:
each passing moment,
makes him stronger, and he,
one day, breaches the dam.
Always winning,
he has the classical
dilemma, of a virus:
Kill the host,
and you die with it.
Thus, my weakness
in turn, weakens him –
and I win.
For a while,
I can live a sane,
rational life.
But only, for a while…
So,
where does this leave us?
Does this stale-mate,
have a better ending?
Happily, probably, yes:
We now, have a pact –
We duel no more:
each will try, instead,
independently,
to rise, above
the other…
…
…thus, each of us
downgrades the other
from a foe, to a mere
rival. May the best
‘man’ win.
- owais
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