My Name

“My Name” 

In English my name means nothing. But in Sanskrit it means luxury. Fame. Success. It means a place that can’t be achieved. A lonely dream. It is the vase that no one use, only see. It is the food that everyone looks at, but no one touches. It is a destination like the haven but in the truth, it is the cold, blooded misery. Greed thrives upon my name. If look close enough, you will see no peace. That is my name. An invisible warfare. People running toward my name, but it just keeps on running faster. No one in my family has ever been named Yash. Well, at least not that I can think of. An old sage gave the first two letter of my black name. My family came up with the last two. But in all sense, it is unique. Not a lot of people have my name. At the same time not a lot of people have luxury or fame or success. All they see is a golden ray of shine filing the whole room with the name Yash. But what I see the poison, hang on to everybody, creating chaos. Yes, that is my name, chaos.