Ego, a term used to describe: false self glorification. It covers one’s wisdom, decision making qualities, and confuses one between real and reel. It’s as dangerous as holding a cup of poison on hand while seeking beauty of life. Ego botcher a person’s persona. It damns ones potential and make him fall for nothing. It may starts from few achievement by hard work, slowly man forgets this, and start believing in his super- ability;that he is great. Confidence is seeing the relevance of fact then you believe it, while ego is turning a blind eye, while saying, ‘Aye! ‘. There lies a thin line between confidence turning into egoistic. One hardly understands when and where he started loosing himself.
In this situation man even ignores the warning, nature might be giving to him. Nature always forecast itself. Ego is just like that snake in the garden of God, who made Eve fall for the Apple!. It makes a man’s inner purity into a halo of lie, and false gratification. That until broken, or realised man looses his identity sooner or later.
Amazed was I, when I met, this creativity,this masterpiece:
He was wearing it carefully: as a multi-dollar brand. Brown pattern of dirt, washed in mud; Scratches,Zig-zagged; making beautiful patterns. Ah! A rainbow shoe! Two ‘C’ shaped ribbons, criss-crossed: red and blue. Collars rugged, like modern jeans! Sole, just like a birds nest, Made from different twigs; enough to support;
Who cares, when it was bought, All matters it has brought; Safety to house, love to home. That’s what’s about, A FATHER’S SHOE!
This monsoon, reminds me of you; Holding hands, dancing; The midway road, me and you. A table, acoustic, romance; me and you. Continuous singing song of melody, Touching strings of nerves like never before. Feeling this warmth of calmness, flowering in my senses, all of you. Droplets caressing my face,wiping tears of memories; me and you. From fingers to every part; body and soul. This monsoon is all about you.
From the moments of now,since we begun, Know me. when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie. Talk to me.
When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me. When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others, Be with me,
When everyone raises their brows on my character and being; When I have noone to trust, but many to question, Have faith in me.
When I am old, not pretty anymore; When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke, When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so, Hold me, When I am done, and you live your own; When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade, Remember me Deep to your heart,
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