Self

Change is always met with friction and therefore growing up too is hard to digest, process, and express.

But after a particular point of time or more specifically events, we do grow up. The only question: Is it for our best?

Growing Up

I can only judge one man,
In whose shoes I have walked.
So to meet him I do all that I can,
A journey where me and I talked.
Careless, hopeless, and without any plan,
My journey started a bit quivery.
But then again I was just a kid,
Unaware of most of the mystery.
Reality sunk in sooner than later,
And I realised I have the spark.
To my story I became my own creator,
By being Persistent even in the dark.
Good and bad both greeted from time to time,
My past failures hanging onto my life like a crime,
The only thing I learnt as I was growing up,
In the end everything will be just fine.
~Anyone who has realised this simple fact,
Is a grown-up and will one day shine.~

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Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.

Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.

Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.

Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.

This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.

Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?

I hope you help me to find out…

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Oh! dweller, who is looking for self,

Funny how you know everyone but you.

Like all the books that stand in your shelf,

You think you have read everyone you knew.

Oh! dweller, let me know then,

Who am I and what is true?

For all I have heard time and again,

My different versions from many different view.

Let me tell you what is known to a few,

We are what others want us to be.

Oh! dweller, without any further adieu,

Do convey what you actually see.