Who you are, where do you belong?

What is it that disturbs or disgraces.

What is it, that makes things hazes.

There is life, are many phases,

Journey in itself stages,

Also, occurs a downfall,

as much as an upswing claps.

You are a comrade, you're a loner,

your life of silent walks, and cynosure;

when you're a centre,

people with you talk, and leisure.

You learn to interact,

Being yourself in the track;

Many a times, moments splash,

when good times signal in a flash.

Bad ones along come as an experience,

You wish to put them away,

You have no variance;

The same difficulty sprouts and masks.

You wait, wait as a lonely star;

Until you fall,

Or the sheen you encompass,

Your journey, purely yours;

You have to deal with the fall,

To let it simplify, the miffled coils;

To convert the sentiments of disarray,

To complete set of magical rays;

That lead you, your way;

in happiness, so grave.

Only if you so wish,

Does love belong to you,

but be the first one to touch,

to feel, to clutch;

the very sense and possibility,

of who is the person in thee.

What is your very mannerism,

to look at the world,

your purview that matters, alike a prism,

that brings the light together hurled;

above all, know yourself,

where do you belong.

Enlighten yourself, now be you alone,

but in a presence of your friends or foes.