Dream

And the first time her eyes meet yours,
You realize, right then;
'A dream should always remain a dream, because
When it becomes a reality, it's beyond your reach'.

It shattered you from inside knowing that the dream
You had the hunger for, that girl, stood right in front of you,
But now, the hunger's gone, because it showed you the face of reality,
That you are nothing in front of her, ... just nothing!

She walks by you, and you feel as if everything is amiss,
Is it you, or the dream, or is it you, in the dream?
Or if she taps you on your shoulder, behind you,
You turn, and she asks, stunned, "Am I your dream?"

You knew it wasn't possible, you knew it was a dream
But when you closed your eyes, and opened them again
You saw that you're still there, and then you knew,
That you just met your dream, so real, so true, but alas!

... She's beyond you.

Battle

They stood, few yards away, facing each other. A single drop of rain dripping from the tip of their hair would take, as if eternity, to reach the surface. As it surges down, towards destination, everything around that held voice to itself would hold in place; the sound of rain, thunder, and water would embrace silence and wait till the drop fell plop onto the surface.

Until then, they would both stare, each other, eye to eye, through the dark rain. It pour heavily in numb quietness, street lamp's lone twilight would torch the centre stage where they both awaited the undesired combat. One clinging to a firm bulky chain in his right hand, while his adversary, held grip to a solid shiny rod that would glint as the water kissed its way by it.

As the drop collapse to surface, it begins - till one fizzle out forever. Plop!