Who am I?

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..

You Think

My second rap kind of poesy. It’s about keep working hard even after you’ve gained money or fame for you passion

You think you are up in this game

Running after all money and fame

But there’s gonna be a sudden aflame

To put your luxuries to shame

A sudden aflame’s gonna take up your name

Into the ashes, dust in pane

Another day, you see sun rays

Lightening some other’s tower ablaze woah!


You think everyone’s gonna blow

Just cause you got a talent higher? no

This hard work’s gonna take up all your flow

Your diminished era, behold!

Until then I work harder, pacing above

Bracing all your shots in a flow

Unless it’s time for the final show

Consistent grind beats the talent alone you see!


It’s all inside me

Speaking up the voice of lion beneath

What they all say you won’t agree

That consistency is the power, it is the key

Struggle and sweat is what we breathe

It’s prolly something that you won’t believe

Get up, give your talent some grease

Or it won’t take a moment to give you displease aye!


We fix to our grind

Fix to our time and fix to our rhyme

We form a play in secret mime

With force and focus specially designed

Over this we just don’t do it for dime

We do this so we sleep satisfied

To truly live before we die

And until end I’ll stay in this disguise

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Uncalled expected war

Remnants of writing

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..” 

 

When darkness falls

Remnants of writing..

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..”

Perfect is Imperfect

Be you..

The perfect-imperfect war is increasing every singe day. Everyone want to be best in some or other field. A short poesy about highlighting that “It’s okay to have a flaw”. We all are different and have different treasures hidden inside us. Happy reading!

You think you ain’t good enough to do the best

You compare yourself by the skills of the rest

You always test yourself without progress

Staying obsessed, building messed stress


They treat imperfections as an offence

But what’s definition of perfection in true sense?

It’s just ten letter word driving you without cation

To become best of all, not a better version


This is where comparison takes a wrong turn

When did with others, it leads you on wrong run

You can behold it as a big loaded gun

That’d defeat your own self, not the world


Perfect is imperfect, flaws are the rule of nature

We all are same but different with features

Like the animals, plants and other creatures

Every single being has it’s own treasures


You are capable to be skilled in your own different frill

Don’t try to be a perfect match for some other cloth

Because we have our own different colour to wreath and knit

If red tries and can’t change to blue, is it stated as a flaw?


Maybe it is, but what then? Red has its own existence

Maybe you’ll call it imperfect. But red is actually perfect in every sense

I quote is here again. Imperfection is rule of nature, my friend

Imperfect is real, but the reality of perfect can’t be defined


Strive everyday to be a better version of thyself

So that your old version will have great stories to tell

Focus on originality, there’s lot of fake in this world

Real is never perfect and perfect is never real

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