Invictus – Unconquerable

I was watching Invictus the other day and I instantly fell in love with this poem by William Ernest Henley. It truly captures the essence of the movie, which is great by the way and definitely worth watching. I hope you all love the poem the way I do!



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

I’m Me!


I rule from my throne

When I am in my comfort zone.

But I am in doubt

Once I have stepped out.

I often think why should I leave my place

When I have you, them & my space.

But, as every whale surfaces to breathe,

I have no choice, I have to leave.

But, I am not afraid of the mysteries

That await me & will try to tease.

Come on life! I’m ready!

I’m out of my zone, but still I’m me!

Don’t Quit Trying


I know you’ve been through a lot of pain

I know you’ve seen it again & again

I know you think nobody cares

But life still doesn’t end here

Open your weepy eyes and look up to the sky

See those birds fly so high

Don’t you wanna touch the sky?

So, look at me & please don’t cry

Believe me! There are millions there

Who’ve been through worse & now they care

Don’t try to escape, don’t try to run

You can’t lose, you’re HIS favorite son

I know every rose has its thorn

But, you see it’s always smiling

You know every night has its dawn

So don’t you ever quit trying

The Struggling Angel

the struggling angel
Flying on the top of the world,
Feeling like a free bird.
An insane in a sane place,
I am alone, by God’s grace.

Removing my mask of sanity,
I try to overcome the gravity,
Which pulls me down to the world below,
A vicious web of lies, I know.

A sense of closeness tickles me.
Someone is below, I see.
An angel with a torch in hand,
That creates an aura of peace in mind.

She is as white as milk.
She is as soft as silk.
Struggling alone without a trail,
She is impressive, as truth always prevails.

But wait! What am i seeing?
Strangely, she has started fading.
Dominated by the monsters of hate,
She has become a victim of her fate.

I see the angel shedding tears.
No one’s approaching her due to their fears.
I see the cruel faces of these devils.
They are going to face many perils.

Did she really lose the battle?
Or has it just begun?
Would we support it?
Or is it simply done?

The truth is really hard to find.
With these thoughts in mind,
I put on my mask of sanity,
And decided to defy the horrible gravity.