The right path

Maybe I have forgotten who I was supposed to become.

I once began the journey with a quiet dream,but no map in my hands.

I kept moving, not because I was certain,but because stopping felt like falling.

I never paused long enough to ask who I was becoming while I was busy surviving.

Somewhere between choices and compromises,I turned into someone I never planned to be.

And now, in this still moment of awareness,I realize something both painful and strange.

Maybe this version of me was always part of the design.......................

Yet my heart knows the distance from the person I once was.

I have come a long way.

Life, like a restless GPS, keeps rerouting me each time I drift from my truth........

But every new path demands its cost—not directions, but energy, courage,and the strength to keep walking..

BOOK📖📚

Question :- What would you like to become?

Answer :- Hmmmmmm...

I want to become like a book—silent yet profound, holding worlds within me. As long to remain quiet, containing my essence like a ghost between pages, speaking only to those who choose to open me, to listen, to understand. I do not wish to speak to everyone, nor shout into the void; I only wish to be discovered by those who truly seek me. All I desire is to exist like a book—quiet, timeless, and waiting to be read.

An Average Soul

Dear myself,
You still remained an average man.....

I remained so average, never the best,

In every trial, I failed the test.

Neither too good, nor wholly bad,

Just in the middle—silent, sad.

Not once, in work or fleeting fame,

Did I achieve a shining name.

No moment came to make one proud,

I stayed unseen within the crowd.

I know I could have done much more,

But fate kept closing every door.

The world runs fast, I move too slow,

Inside, I fear I’ll never match its flow.

Not a good son, nor brother true,

Perhaps not even a good friend too.

And so these thoughts I hide inside,

With no safe place where they confide.

“I” is the safest place I confide,

In me alone, these truths reside.

So here I stand, a silent man,

Average—though I dreamed I can.

Yet in my heart, a spark remains,

Someday, I’ll rise beyond these chains.

—Shravan Verma

you are always on my mind

Dark night was teasing
Mentioning me the name
Which was always on lips of mine...
Have you forgotten him .
Or still your hopes are alive
Where is he ?
You lost your another gem
Or just of your Ill sensed mind
Things are getting worse with time
I have nothing to say
Or nothing to argue
But thanks to darkness
Giving the reason,
I'm not lonely person right now...

A WISH

whether I remain there or not, just remain there somewhere in me. Your presence will be enough for me when I get the last sleep, I only wish to see one more time secretly Just like I used to do in schooldays But this time i wants to be reason of your sweet smile. I always wish you keep coming in my dreams.. this is all I have to tell you.. someday if there is a rain, think that I am there in the drops.. Just felling ground to tease you Make you smile.. Wish I could see that imaginable smile of yours... Which every raindrops will bring if the sun troubles you in the morning, know that I am there in the rays.. Just come to say good morning.. Which I earlier used to do By lots of preparation... whether I say something or not, just keep listening to me, Because you are magic... You know each and everything.. this is all I have to tell you Never let yourself down.. I, wrapped in the winds, will touch you and pass.. if you wish to stop me, do so, and I’ll stay at your lips.. whether I am seen or not, just feel me.. If you wanna forget me it's okay Because I will be reason of your hate But your smile is priceless... Never ever try to deal with it.. this is all I have to tell you..

EYES

                             Her Beautiful Eyes

A LOST KID

* An Open Letter to the lost kid in school *
You. Yes, you out there. I know it when you say it's tough to not fumble with things over and over again at school. I understand when you try to focus at the physics numerical being taught but end up scribbling the lyrics of Arctic Monkeys on the same page.
I get it when you prefer the desk that's nearer to the window pane, so you could gaze at the clouds and watch them change from blue to white to crimson.
I feel you when you want to raise a doubt in the class, but get subdued by the voice of that witty topper kid and decide to swallow your words back.
I can relate when the hype with 'marks and over achievers' nullifies the competence you ever had. I know the feeling that engulfs you, when failing a test is equated with failing in life. I know the dilemma of being totally unaware of what life is going to be ten years down the line. I know this and so much more.
But guess what?
School life is a phase which is meant for making mistakes over and over again. What matters is how much you learn from each one of them. As clichéd as it may sound, don't let any exam subvert you because one day you'll pass the toughest of tests that life will offer you.
Never let anyone define you as average, mediocre, topper or any of these stereotypical terms because you're the oceans, the skies and the Himalayan ranges put together. To define is to limit. But you're limitless and growing each day. Aren't you?
They call you lost and aloof. Show them all the stories you curate. Don't let that last page of your physics book be an enigma. Let them know of how you plot the world's colliding and yet give the humans a choice to undo all the wrongs for it to be righted one last time. Don't throw that piece of art in the dustbin. Embrace it.
You've got to take off that armour and face the world. Counter those who hinder your way, whilst you put forth your opinions. Toil each day and study with all your heart. Being a wanderer in the basketball period is beautiful. But hey, just try to aim that basketball into the ring once. You don't know the happiness that playing a sport could give you.
Marks don't matter, yes. But never put fifty percent of your efforts in something you could have put a two hundred percent for. Join one of the school societies and begin to know yourself.
It is okay to be a dreamy wallflower in a world full of nihilists. It is okay to be lost but always put your head straight. You are the combination of millions of atoms intricately held together. You need to do justice to yourself.
And lastly, breathe. There's a life bigger and more important than the physics assignment you're struggling to complete. Give it time. It'll all fall in place.
From,
A kid who has finally found himself.
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