Identity – and what it is. 

I always wonder if the world we live in, would ever get right, the meaning of identity,

For, it believes each of us is a race horse, trained just the way it wills us to be – 
“Girls your age, are married, in our town,

When, are you, planning to settle down?”
“My sister’s son – he’s done with his master’s, now contemplating his PhD,

If Master’s isn’t what you want, why don’t you go for a Management degree?”
But, hey, being asked to become a stereotype isn’t exactly new, is it?

For, into the mould designed by the society, we’ve always been forced to fit,
We’re only expected to yield to expectations aplenty,

Whether we’re ten, twenty, fifty or seventy,

We’re always told to lead by example, or made to follow one,

We’re forever required to be on par with our friend, sibling, cousin, or the neighbour’s son,
Yet, stand up we must, for what we want, even if it means a journey, alone,

Shut out other perspectives until we discover our own,
Carve our own niche, create our own mould,

Because, to seek our calling, we can never be too old – 
Defy gravity, find our own ground,

What we presumed, lost, will only then be found.
Cheers!✨

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I Decide…

I decide what’s good for me,

I know what’ll make ME happy,

So, quit making me toe the line,

It’s time I step out and shine!





P.S. This is part of my Pen The Picture project 🙂 Hope you like reading what I write 🙂

I’m No Cliche….

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I’m no stereotype, I’m not a cliche,

I’m as unpredictable as can be, if not more;

When you think I’ll choose between ways two,

I’ll go ahead and create myself lots more new!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. This is part of my Pen The Picture project 🙂 Hope you like reading what I write 🙂