gyanjyoti

I made myself up,

New Family New History,

I don’t know why?

It wasn’t that I didn’t like myself,

May be I found the fictional me better

It was something that happened,

Like an accident,

Which you see but cannot stop,

Happening to you in slow motion

But it seems to have not yet happened

And now that it’s over

And I am living in wreckage

I think: This isn’t me!

But of course it is.

Yet I am living happily or not?

A  good question indeed! Are you yourself? Are you what you wanted to be as a child? Or are you on the right track of becoming what you wanted to become? A session of self-introspection may reveal certain truths!

Just about a few years ago,

I set out on the road,

Seeking my fame and fortune,

Somethings got worse and others got cool,

I am about to wake,

Seven hundred miles away from home,

Oh Lord! I am stuck in a moment I can't get out of !

Let me plan something,

Let me grow up,

Let me improve things,

Let me take myself to new heights!