Passion

It started with an emergency situation,
Definitely not my type of occassion.
I couldn't avoid getting involved
The situation had to be solved.

I started preparation, alone of course;
Later with friends - the best resource.
From the basic touch to the final dive
There was no option of being naive.

After every level a new challenge was fired.
At every challenge more hard work was required.
Once it was a game I played
Now it's a life that never fades.

Its scars are a mark of pride
That I never hide.
Its attire is my fashion
Football is my Passion.

You probably won't follow,
When I say that I feel hollow.
Probability to understand me is low
Because I am not shallow.

My emptiness is directly proportional to-
The time & distance away from you;
So are my feelings - you never knew.

I was protected by a firewalls stack,
Then how did you hack?
This virus of yours gives me panic attack,
Fortunately covering up my previous crack.

I have this effect since we first met.
It was a short term, I could bet;
But it seems to grow,
As time passes by so slow.

What I feel is true.
It's profound and new;
You won't know that it's for you when you get its sight.
Hint: We had the shortest conversation last night.

Positive

The joy and sorrows fusion
Has been leading me to confusion.
I have to choose one:
Be sad or have fun.

Should I weep for I lost my love
Or appreciate the experience I didn't deserve;
Be satisfied that at least I was a reserve
Or criticize that why I was another curve?

Whether to cherish the moment we had
Or complaint that now I am abandoned and be sad?

Rejoice that for you I am special
Or drown in sorrows for you are yet unavailable?

Am I supposed to be happy for I have people and friends
Or be sad that I won't have them at the end?
There are lots of questions still in the net
But the answer is to be positive I bet.

Luck

I never actually believed in luck
But in my life I was always stuck,
Concluding that mine is bad
Its efforts are firm to keep me sad.

Even since I have known what luck is
My every shot has turned out to be a miss.
I have lost things and people,
Everything eventually becomes null.

I am not its only jest,
People related to me are also affected till they need bed rest.

People are usually free
Until they're approached by me;
And they aren't busy for a while
Within that period you could travel a 1000 mile.

Basically I am a walking-talking bad mojo;
I ain't sure after this I will be a friend or a foe.