An Old Soul

I am, an old soul

Stuck in the wrong century

Shying from the modern chaos

Overwhelmed and insecure

 By the magnitude of superficiality

Comfortable in my own company

I walk a solitary path

I meditate, reflect on, appreciate

Enjoy beauty of life, contemplate

Taking each day as it comes

Until the time I'm recalled

To unite with my fellow old souls

Copyright Renu Vyas

Complexities

Sometimes I feel we don't really know people. We feel we totally understand them, their thoughts, their views, and what makes them "them".

But do we ever really know them ? do we ever truly see what lies beneath the surface ? Sometimes, I wonder if I even know myself. I was a different person long long back, I'm different now. Am I who I should have been ? So what does that make me ?

We all have our versions, and it's okay if people can't love all of them...

Presence

There are some books that stay in my collection. I’ve read them lots of times, long back. The pages are worn out, yellowed with time. I rarely read them, yet I do not give them away. The thought that they are there comfort me..and There are some songs that I never delete from my music collection. They remain in my playlist always. I rarely hear them, but the thought that they are there gives me comfort. I do not miss them, and yet neither do I forget them.

And there are such people too....