She

The canvas I wished to paint,

Eternal love, Lived by a mortal.

The world says will be forever incomplete,

Doubts have bugged me too, sans the bottle.

I hate why stories last so long,

Let one of them die, write them a song.

The protagonists however manage to live,

 And bring irrelevant characters along.

But I really hope that you live,

And I too manage to beat time.

And if not now, if not in this world,

Someday, somewhere, you shall be mine.

Till then, we breathe.

Mediocrity

For a major part of my life,

I have cursed my luck.

I let her be the bitch she was,

And never gave a fuck.

Now, in the hindsight, I see,

She was always with me.

No matter how I screwed up in life,

She would get me to where I needed to be.

All I had to do, was to go with the flow,

But the skeptical me, would just wait.

Have I not done things I was supposed to do? Of course.

But always, below expectation and too late.