Finding myself

Come; peak through my mind and gaze into the heart

The real me has gone missing for ages and i don’t know where to start.

I have become just an imposter of the person he was trying to be,

Burdened with misery, wrenched with expectations and deafened with chaos.

Recklessly chasing career maybe it’s time to stop

and stir the wheel into different direction.

Aim is to find my true self- mission self - resurrection!

Such an innocent and content soul,

Focused and always inspired with dreams so big

Set forth in journey to take over the world.

over the years, reality was harsh-

developed many fears, spilled some tears and

just vanished into thin air.

I looked here and there; everywhere .

Nowhere to be found,

He truly is lost; i Declare.

Unparalleled thoughts

This hysteria of discovering uncharted territories

of emotions Weighs me down.

I try rising above my desires and comforts.

But I come attached with my self doubts, and luxury.

I allow myself to be pulled/pushed back.

The goal seems so afar now then it was yesterday.

Oh my unprecedented thoughts have your say.

All these unparalleled thought of me not living up to my own dreams Takes a toll on my mind and soul.

I am a mess with these messy thoughts. This orthodox belief of chasing success, Making a name for yourself

maybe is consuming an ounce Of my soul every-time in this

what we call a “Life-race.”

In fact -“So short is our life to resort our unparalleled thoughts

Tales:-

I say cure my pain with your smile

uplift this burdened heart with your touch

words- they do matter when you mean them

all it takes is a word of kindness, compassion and love

to win this heart

I can take you to different locations of emotions where you're never alone

let's hold our hands and walk step by step in rhythm

maybe tales will be told of our time together

Pieces:-

In the grand race of humanity, I am but a small piece,

Living, laughing, playing my part,

Skimming through life, wrestling adversities, persisting.

I place my faith in the tangible - in what I hear, see, and feel.

Set me aside, and I am no one - merely a fragment.

Are you, too, a missing piece in this intricate puzzle we call society?

The cosmos brims with pieces like us.

Diverse in shape, size, role, ideology, melody, and hue.

In solitude, we fade into oblivion - United, we are invincible.

Short poems- based on momentarily feelings