Dear soul, why do you seek yourself in others,
Those imperfect perfections can't really pull your pieces.
They may try but they aren't you.
You are those last rays of sun smiling on broken window panes.
They talk of French windows, of castles and towers
Which you admire but wouldn't like to own.
You are that last ounce of pain that you carefully hide under your smile,
They talk of tattoos, they brag of fame,
Ah! bogus and baseless, your mind reports.
You pour affections day and out in their cup
And they drain it out without thinking much.
This should stop, I tell you, you need to love yourself,
For, you can't call them by your name, can you?
They may act, they may try but they can never be you
They will put on a fake reflection obscuring your vision
But, dear soul don't get deceived.
You deserve to be free, you deserve to be you and no one else!
I wasn't always who I am today. It took a lot of courage to break past my shell. Oscar Wilde had once stated that knowing what you want to be in life becomes a curse because you invariably become that but not knowing is liberating, there are endless possibilities of who you can become. I too didn't know who I was going to be. Today, I realise it was liberating. I never knew i could find my voice some day. Now that I feel liberated,it becomes difficult to remain confined. We need to grow, evolve into better beings each day. We need to grow past the "checks and balances" of life. I remember Fuller here, Fuller has asked us to be a part of a process of this evolving planet. He wants us to be "verbs" not "nouns"! Here is a tale of an introverted me who knew not what to expect from life . ....... I would talk less at school, not attend socialising events, avoid looking at stranger's eyes while on the road. In short, I wanted to be invisible to t...
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