Enemy

Enmity is alien to me

And yet I do have an enemy

The one who wants to evict me

From my very own life.

No it's not death the culprit

A living one just like me

To my misfortune he thinks different

Hence he wants my life to live his life.

The more I tried to be away

To live my life

The more the clutches my life had to bear

So I deem him as my enemy.

The long solitude hours-

To be there I occupy a chair

My foe wants that particular chair

Though many such chairs lie in wait.

A hardcore is my enemy

For he wants what I want 

Neither the less nor the more

That too to me who have no preference.

Since I don't have a preference

Whatever meagre comes to me

I take it as a bonus knowing well

My enemy awaits to lay hands on it.

My enemy has his concept

Of Life, the way he puts it

Is funny, the four letters of LIFE

For him stands as 'Love Is - Fighting Ever'.