Chess of pawn!
As I tiptoe between territories
etched in black and white,
somewhere dodging raging enemies
somewhere floundering about my identity
caught in a maze to serve and abide,
and making way for everybody to ride,
I am stranded between journey and destinations,
switching places in a fizzy and disorientation,
wondering if is it always about conquest
without any prominence to love in the quest,
can it never be peace on grounds of turbulence
can it ever be camaraderie amidst frivolous games of vengeance,
can everyone hold on to their places without a fight,
can it be a whirlwind of poise without pretence of might,
can I ever be treasured in happiness and pain alike,
can I ever be revered for petty sacrifices in my stride,
can it be a game of love than life,
can it be an exchange of kindness than strife!
Welll, still stuck at my beginnings, I begin to gaze at endings,
knowingly that either the black or the white will never end up befriending,
and fuelling my ordeals for the sake of their vehemence,
they will always cherish that frivolous transience!
so surrendering to my fulfilling purpose,
I never strive to change what seems adverse,
for as I subscribe to my journey with passion,
all I know is
blacks and whites will blend one day leaving no ground for contention!