My Last Bow

For 18 months, I slept at 1 and woke up at 5. For 18 months, I forgot my health. For 18 months, I studied like hell. And now, after 18 months, I am in hell.
For a long time i was walking towards my dream, step by step, inch by inch and one day i realize, all those dreams just got shattered.

" Don't know my world where i was, i realized life was a game, more seriously i took things, the harder the rules became."

I worked hard. Harder than i had ever. And now i find myself in a hole where all around me are people who can easily doubt it.

" I found out how little i'd accomplished, all my plans denied."

With all my colleagues, most of whom i've outscored often, getting 99-98 and 97%iles, and one of them becoming an All India topper, I find myself broken down to the deepest levels of my heart. I find myself nowhere.

"Moving on is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.
I know the sleeping feel no more pain, when the living's all scarred."

I wont die. I don't want to. I need to sleep, I need to hibernate. To wake up some day and roar again on the faces that doubted me, the faces which looked at me when i saw my dream get burnt, the faces which looked at me as i cried, the faces which could do nothing.

Here i am, my last bow to all pleasures, my last bow to orkut, my last bow to facebook, last bow to farmville, my last bow to all the small little call letters. My last bow to My Mind's Canvas till the day i wake up again. The day when i will roar again....till then, I am studying like hell....