Insights Of An Introvert

A cold silence separates us Frozen feelings keep us together Don’t try to thaw it Forget warming up Or malice will spill over

In middle of the chaos, I slog Unmindful of my mind's fog Not caring about the needles of the clock I go on to create ‘literature in hurry’ Even in the middle of the night Finding right words is the big fight The insane ambience seems friendly I admit this candidly I love the chaos, and I love to slog

A few like her eyes that talk Staring at her juicy lips, men stop Her dainty physique makes them check her out But none knows what turns her on What is it that her little brain ticks to What her little heart beats for They all try to make her feel special But she knows its nothing but pretension She doesn’t want anything except for true friendship Aren’t they capable of platonic relationship?