What I wanna give up
Is not just few kgs, lbs, pounds.
What I wanna give up
Is not just the awful sounds;
Delusional or real that pounds
Weakening the confidence built.
It's gonna hurt- sword without hilt...
I wanna lose the hedonius eating
Laziness compelling of constantly sitting.
Whatever I wanna give up
Is greater than what I wanna gain!
It isn't just a sweet drink that I slurp;
It's the resolves n belief going to vain.

Self love is funny
Saying no to things sunny
Instead letting clouds pouring you
Cleaning you with harsh rain
Perceiving as boon wrapped like a bane.
No matter the mayhem
Toughness though the emblem
Hate and self love seeming same;
Though poles apart they remain
Giving up futility is the biggest gain.