The Gleaming Ardours ✔️

~•WHO AM I?•~

Who am I actually?
Voiceless words clenched soon,
While thinking about my spell.

For being born in this dwell,
I'm jumping upon the steps,
To explore my steep peeps.

I can't be an ideal soul,
Nor someone to point as normal.
I don't possess great mind,
Not even one kind in my rewind.

Nor am I the usual to be thought,
I resume to think out of the box.
Neither I'm always sought.
Amongst sheep herd blindly following.
Some partial path as the focus,
To cry over success that's newly nothing.

Nor am I the one who lost myself,
To put my conscience for sale.
Nor a rebel to pull up the scale,
To do evil and end all for the self.

Nor am I, a spilling speaker,
To leak and sleek in glee and anger.
Nor do I feel jealous or greed,
After all, they're neither a human's need.

Neither do my actions fetch inspiration,
At times, I feel others my aspiration.
Nor do I preach optimism,
But feels horrible to see pessimism.

Neither I do hover to my passion,
Seeking it always with some fashion.
Nor do I stick devoted,
At some point everything gets unbolted!

I can't keep myself rich either,
Just giving away makes me happier,
Albeit, I don't sacrifice anything,
With same wisdom on everything.

I randomly pick a hobby to do,
Until I feel contented on the go.
I may drop it suddenly,
With reasons kept hiddenly.

I don't prefer only one choice,
Many times I go out of option.
Nor do I obey my inner voice,
To say that I love my emotion.

Neither am I so full of success,
Nor a nomadic one with some stress.
Nor can I cry over something,
To feel hangover, all over the thing.
Neither I let them go soon,
To get lost behind the silver moon.

Nor am I strong as a rock,
To withstand all obstacle.
Yet I can try on tackle,
Neither I accept defeat sooner on the track.

I do face whatever comes,
That doesn't mean I'm brave.
I would prefer battling with my chums,
Unless and until I enter my grave!

You can neither see me often bonded,
Nor do I embrace loneliness,
Neither do I speak unwanted,
Nor I can keep it within to be contentless.

I owe my own kind of foes,
And some angelic doves.
I can't be so nice and kind.
That doesn't mean I'm misanthrope,
Keep that in mind.

Nor do I always try to envelope,
Me as a great intrepid being.
Nor do I agitate on any harm,
Even if its death I find it warm.

Nor do I acquire imbecile report,
Featured to be righteous on my regard.
Nor do I choose to guard,
Whatever is right over my port.

Nor do I believe things found,
Crazily unreal that gets others bound.
Nor I speak different law,
Like ones who lacerate others.
With their focused searing claw,
For some good or bad offers.
I don't save lives nor kill,
To earn them for me on my will!

I don't patent on love or zeal,
For I know I'm an ordinary one,
Who beats and gasps, all in one,
With my kind of extraordinary ordeal.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

It's a soliloquy. Again I wrote it long but, still it holds all my brainstorming, that took within me, when this question chose to stay when all others left.
Its nothing but Who am l?
and What is my purpose here?
When I dig deep, I become more tangled with questions than getting an answer. At last, I conclude that maybe we're all living normal lives but our skills or ideals are one of a kind, just like every other.

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With love,
Yaris🔆