The pre-decided winner and looser

 The pre-decided winner and looser

 the fast forward leapes, under the Game Changers that sleeps. 

you live under the rock, we live underneath The Rock, 

who just want to stay there even when the whole world really rock..

the memories are gonna die one day, 

in the puddle of plethora anyway or every way, 

but when the disgust turn  to write your writings, you know you are not gonna go where you are uninvited.

You wanna create  moments, 

Moments of hate, Envy and bottled up disgust. 

you wanna sit with them, to flicker the fire in that feastful disgust. 

the cards are printed, 

and no one gave you one. The venue is pre-decided, and the date of disaster is destined to make your pun. 

they are your Evil Enemies, 

who have left you to enjoy this secluded journey. 

who felt to forget the grudges? 

when you injuries would Crimson with their death stares of smirkful bulges. 

AN eye filled with envyness, 

another filled with the reapproachment. 

would crack your excitement, 

into pieces of self guilt arrangement. 

why are you so pleased? to show your hidden wounds? 

That would lose to freeze, 

toxic people, toxic traits are no mere adventure of any game played,

a vindictive never changes his tricked saga to sage. 

the decietful are its owners, 

the privileged would  enjoy the drama. 

when the servants would create the choas, 

you would be treated as a prey on one sided lose. 

the mythology even says, 369 is the trinity of fair gameplay. 

manifestations in mind, paths  we have to drive, be patient till you see the last radient ray, 

Be patient till you see the last radient ray. 

 don't go there, 

don't even think of falling in the fatal mouth of manovalent, 

the haughty would one day shed his pride, 

when the results would shout who won the entitlement with no bribe. 

awards in hands, 

smirkes overlapping Smiles, 

the game is desired to be started, 

on the fourth day of may. 

who would win, 

and who would lose? would be decided on the day, 

that protrudes. 

when false kings would unwear  their crowns, and the deserved Majesty would hold their bottles up with no frowns. 

when the unworthy Queen would give her seat, 

to the Mighty victory winner to Unleash. 

why meetings would hold any point to you? 

when all relations and rebounds are of no value. to set up the cages that confine to them, 

 that would burn the broken bridge into bafflement. 

one day, that one Mighty Day, 

you would taste the touch  of victory, 

when your annual grind, would  unbreak your destiny. 

the key is with you, 

the lock is within you. 

so who are you waiting for? 

unlock it to Unleash the mysteries of your future avenue. 

darling, the year of being Sabotaged is gone, 

the year to rise and rescue your broken self is here, 

because you know your Mighty capability to lift the pulley in your direction, 

when the defaulters would die at every fatal function. 

so nothing is pre decided, 

not the victory, 

not the failure, 

it's the universe that work on its own laws, 

what you should look for is to win this last game, and move ahead on your own journey wherever your life simply draws.

Leeza