Identity!

Surreal, Dream, Face, Woman, Dreams, Wishes, Fiction
geralt@pixabay.com

Life is a constant learning,

experience the greatest teacher.

Finally,

I have learnt to listen to my heart.

Pleasing others is not a priority anymore,

for

I have realized over time,

that in doing so, I lost myself.

Now I collect the fragments of me

join them together,

Oh! It may not be perfect,

but it is me.

I let my imperfections define me,

my identity is who I am,

and now,

I have learnt to carry it with pride!

 

V.J’s weekly challenge #107 : Listen

I am ME!

IMG_20181201_131612200

I may not be a powerful personality, commanding authority,

nor have a nerdy brain, postulating scientific theories.

I may not be blessed with chiseled looks, a face that launches many brands,

nor be a master chef, cooking up gourmet meals.

I may not be a business tycoon, globetrotting in his private jet,

nor a writer par excellence, who authored many titles.

I may not be a great actor winning many Oscars,

nor have an athletic frame, shattering records in every race.

I may not have a voice that renders beautiful melodies,

nor have many accolades to boast of,

I may not be a face that you recognize in the crowd,

But,

my true beauty resides in my soul

resonates in my voice,

radiates in my smile,

reflects in my personality

because

I am “ME”

having a unique identity

among the billions around the world.

Pc: Doodle by my daughter

Unchained….

In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 91 to write a tale in 280 letters or less on the given prompt!

img_2309
Photo by analogicus at pixabay.com

Glancing at her name on the Forbes most powerful business women in the world, Meg couldn’t be happier. She recalled her earlier life, chained to an abusive husband. Today, she was glad about her decision to break free from the shackles of her marriage and create her own identity.

Letter count : 279

Haibun – And the quest continues……

silhouette-68716_1280
ic:google.com

 

Many questions haunt me often. Who am I ? What is my purpose in life?  Am I Radhika, the daughter, wife, mother or is there any other identity to myself. They intrigue me.  There is a mystic aura that envelopes the phrases such as Karma, destiny, spirituality etc. I try in vain to find answers to these baffling questions through books, gurus, experiences, meditation. In the cosmic wilderness, the earth is a mere dot.  Within that dot, we are the millions of nano specks, the inhabitants of the planet. So how minuscule is my identity in this universe?

My quest continues

to probe deep into my being

to discover my soul

hidden under a veil of ignorance

to find the elusive answer

and experience self realization.

 

In response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge # 44 – Hunt & Find

The lost identity!

identi
ic:pixabay

Constantly trying to please her cynical husband and his unending demands, left her confused about her own identity.

115 characters

In response to Twiterring tale # 34, hosted by Kat of  katmyrman.com . Tell a story on the given prompt in 140 characters or less.

%d bloggers like this: