Existence

I cannot express it,
but you and everybody
must have a notion
that there is an existence
of yours, beyond you.

You are not your name,
or the colour of your skin.
You are not a weight,
or the choice of clothes you chose to wear.
You are not of your age,
that you pretend to be.
There is a child in you,
that wants to come out maybe.

You are not your tears,
that are reflecting from your eyes.
You are not a scar,
that is taking time to fade.
You are not about pain,
that’s gonna last forever.
You are not a pimple,
that comes with your disturbing hormonal balance.

You are not your name,
Your passport says.
You are the name,
Your mom calls you with.
You are not a free WiFi,
That’s only available at specific places.
You are an omnipresent cellular network,
Available everywhere you go.
You are not a pretentious smile of yours,
That gets from Happy to angry to sad and happy again in a moment.
You are a professionals,
Your talent says you to be.
( This paragraph has been written by Vishal Triapthi- my big brother)

You are more than that.

You are a raspy morning voice,
blinking an eye,
feeling those fresh new tides.
You are a sweetness in your laughter,
when you read a joke.
You are the songs you sing so loudly,
when you are all alone.
You are all the books you read,
and all the characters you live.

You are the places that you have been to,
and the one you call home.
You are a future you dream of,
that is made up of so much beauty.
You are the touch,
until you let someone know.
You are a smile,
that no one can borrow.

You are more than a fleeting gush of air,
with a fire of setting sun.
You are a gazing sensation of a moon,
like a shining claw in a night sky.
You are a blanket of stars,
that is stretched to infinity.

But, it seems that you have forgotten all.
When you chosed to be defined,
by all the things you are not.

– Anushk@