Who are we truly? What is left when everything, Turns meaningless and hopeless? What is left we all the love and hatred, Has disappeared? Silence!! Yes, all that's left is silence, An empty void in the place of chaos, And non existence in place of life. When faith, happiness, spirituality,joy , peace, Dreams and convection, Nolonger anchor you. Where do take refuge? What makes it worth living? We tell ourselves we matter, But the truth is, The ideals and things we hold dear, Is what truly matters. We are just embodiment of this ideals, Just a spark of dust in creation, All part of whole, We seek to reunite with. Who knows if we live according to fate, Or if our choices are what makes our reality. Think, was it truly you who made the decisions That really mattered ? Or you did not even who you were at that moment time? And yet those foreign emotions ,you kept And throw away yours. And that is who you are. So is it fate or choice we live by? ©purvarth #who are we truly