When does a winner suffer!

He is best at his skill and art.

He enjoyed the best with himself and that brought the best out of him.

He was noticed by the world.

Now he started performing the same, but for the world.

He often forgot himself.

But the world changes, people and their liking change.

None or anything in me will be liked or hated forever.

Gradually all started departing and I found my base shattered.

The base was the external world which is changeable, that I never knew.

But I forgot myself so much at times of gaiety that now I am not able to accept myself.

But days and months passed and then I realized my real Self.

Who powered me at times of gloom and never would leave me not can I leave it.

I realized all change and never would I forget myself

I will paint, write, sing, play and do all the best for myself.

In a way making everything feel obsolete.

Nothing having existence except me with myself.

Never would I stop cheering and supporting myself.

Nor will it leave me nor can I leave it

All these time, I wrote to show off my mastery in writing.

Or in all that I am good at and shows that i am better than others.

But later, I could not connect with my own poem that I wrote to show off.

I didn't write for myself but now I write simple and not let it rhyme.

My real me, lives in the heart and it loves things that's straight, true and simple.

Now I can sit in the dense forest, apparently gloomy.

But my Self powers it all that everything cease to exist ad nothing matters at all.

I have realized and discovered my self, the Self that is its own and self-illuminating