Poonay city mornings, tired eyes under office light,
Late-night shifts still chasing a better life.
EMIs, pressure, responsibilities on my chest,
Still waking up daily trying to give my best.
Middle-class struggles taught survival very fast,
Dreams were expensive, pain was built to last.
No silver spoon, no easy road in sight,
Just discipline fighting silent wars every night.
ADP screens glowing while the world sleeps deep,
Targets and deadlines slowly stealing sleep.
But behind the formal role and corporate name,
There’s a man still learning through pressure and pain.
Broken confidence, rebuilding again,
Learning real growth sometimes arrives through pain.
Fitness battles written around my waistline,
Long office sitting hurting my back and spine.
Bike rides after shifts with exhausted knees,
Still telling myself quietly, “Don’t quit, breathe.”
Because health is no longer just looking strong,
It’s energy to keep moving for years long.
A strong body supports a stronger mind,
And both take discipline, patience, and time.
People only notice success at the end,
Not sacrifices nobody can comprehend.
Not the silent fear hidden behind the smile,
Or the long lonely pressure carried mile after mile.
Some relationships came with confusion and fire,
Trying to save people while forgetting my own life.
Giving emotional energy till nothing was left,
Learning peace matters more than emotional stress.
Now I see life through a different frame,
Consistency matters more than temporary flames.
Words mean nothing without matching behavior,
And calmness matters more than emotional danger.
MBA books beside unfinished sleep,
Scrum certifications while responsibilities run deep.
Trying to scale skills while paying real bills,
Learning success needs emotional strength and will.
No shortcut exists for sustainable growth,
No motivational quote replaces the road.
Just small improvements repeated every day,
Brick by brick building a stronger way.
I don’t need fake luxury for validation now,
No rented image, no artificial crowd.
Real confidence quietly grows inside
When actions and values finally align.
Maybe love is not dramatic fire,
Maybe it’s support when both people are tired.
Maybe marriage means teamwork through stress,
Not perfection constantly trying to impress.
I want a peaceful home where silence feels safe,
Where respect survives difficult days.
Where two people still choose each other
Even when life becomes heavy together.
A kind woman with emotional balance and grace,
Someone genuine beneath the face.
Not perfect, not fake, not playing a role,
Just a good heart and a stable soul.
I come from struggle, responsibility, and pain,
But I still chose growth instead of blame.
Still trying to become healthier and wise,
Still rebuilding slowly after hard times.
One day the pressure will become my strength,
One day the sacrifices will all make sense.
And the same man life once pushed aside
Will build a peaceful family with pride.
