Master Harsh Mishra

Who am I?

I often ask myself looking deep, feeling lost in the mirror.

Mirror offers a familiar face, probably looking for an answer too. Who knows?

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Who am I?

Sometimes I really wonder,

The Familiar Face I daily see,

Again I looked into the mirror,

And wondered who the hell is he?

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Who am I?

I asked my world full of secret pages ‘Diary’,

It responded you are the one who hides his feelings, you don’t want others to know.

Is it? I questioned myself.

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Who am I?

I asked this cruel world,

‘Who are you’? ‘Do I know you’? came a mysterious answer.

The world full of daily struggles seems to deny, even to recognize me.

I doubted my existence.

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Who am I?

I finally asked myself, craving for a perfect reply,

Probably the one I could rely,

The voice of soul speaks up,

“You are the one who has come here to live out loud”.

“You are not the one until you discover yourself”,

And then I discovered myself, ‘Master Harsh Mishra’.

Master Harsh Mishra, a man of words, dedicated to his ultimate goal of life. An absolute story lover who’s often lost in seeking stories everyday & everywhere and firmly believes that life has a beautiful story to portray. A lost writer is a right word to describe the personality and those excerpts could be found on his blog. Music, cricket, and internet are the epitome of the unyielding bond of my unconditional love. I live life with arms wide open and dreams with open eyes( ◑‿◑).