Who am I?
Do people I hurt and mistakes I make
Those unfortunate situations I was, and had put people in.. defines me?..
Or it is the everyday breeze of something that makes time freeze.. I feel comfort and lost in my own deeds.. keep working on whatever I am working.. also called “passion” by my fellow beings
So does this passion defines me?
It it is something else, little personalised in sense.. what I show to the world who I am.. the little acts of kindness, being a little selfless.. staying in relationship with humanity or insanity?
Is that what defines me?
Or it’s the wilderness of being different and crazy?
Or the ability to look at the world differently?
Or my everyday repeated daily routines
At night miscellaneous and mega tasks all checked
Is there something else still left to guess?
I don’t know what defines me.. but I do know that I will live true, stay me.. until I go..
There was an island where all feelings lived. One day there was a flood and all the land was swept.. one single boat for all feelings to get in… ‘Love’ waited for all like a captain of humanity.. but ‘Ego’ refused to come, said it won’t get into ship.. ‘Love’ died because of ‘Ego’, it just perished..
This is another piece of remnant about expected hardships that come in your life much more earlier than thought. Happy reading!
“.. With steady imaginary hands horizontally placed on your forehead you try to look into the future ahead, regarding all the factors which affect your life. You figure out that there are lot of hardships in your way. So you pace up and start right next day to prepare for the upcoming wars, so that you face in feisty way & won’t turn into dismay when the hardship starts. But the time starts playing games, you are lost in preparing and it creates new lanes for this war to emerge.. towards you.. and charge upon until you are submerged. The war was expected as a little late but it came early with the fate. Life always teaches to keep ‘learning doors’ ajar, whenever you face an uncalled expected war..”
This is my first post in ‘Remnants’ category. I’d like to drop all imaginary and pieces of writings here which do not fall in any category. They may be descriptive, some aesthetic or just thoughts..evolved to words..hope y’all like it. Enjoy reading 🙂
“.. ‘below’ and ‘above’ both were submerged in complete darkness. In ‘below’ you could find many things but recognise nothing, just trees.. covered with soft white light.. which came from a height, being a part of ‘above’. Shiny white dots forming unusual patterns were scattered all over ‘above’, trying their best to remove the pall of darkness, along with a glowing satellite, disbanding their light to both parts with regards. They were victorious to lighten the ‘above’, but what about ‘below’? Perplexed answers stay confined.. in the mind.. of a sweet child..”