war lost

even before the battle was declared
i had the lost the war to someone else
the prize i thought i was vying for
already has chosen the prestigious kind

the one that brings glory and privilege
and choice that would be lauded by generations
of enslaved minds with Stockholm syndrome
the moment my soul was placed amongst the genes
i was doomed of always being the second best
i can be your fleeting fantasy
your respite when you are tired of pleasing your toy
the one you are grooming and nurturing to fulfill
the remnants of some latent desires
of gaining your rightful place in this world

sadly i do understand the rules of the game too well
i know even though you might be the one with the choice
you also had the lost the war by the sheer quirk of fate
long before you were given any chance to a fair play

so all i can do is wish all the best for you
may us, in a few hundred years
have a free will, untainted by standards already set
by events of few hundred years back in the past


and may we meet in a  fateful moment
before one of us had decided to curve out the best for themselves
both us raw and vulnerable
and may we heal together