Insights Of An Introvert

I was in my shell, enjoying warmth and safety But then... a day came when I had to hatch... I opened my eyes... I saw the world with child-like innocence... I had fun for sometime... But then I realized... A mirror is what I need to become For purity has no worth here...

In the war of words, I’m here to work with surgeon’s precision No, I’m never going to argue with you But I’ll play by the rules I won’t let you rule over my life Coz I’m never going to interfere with yours Live and let live is my mantra If you like it, follow it… in case you don’t, make another choice But don’t even think of taking sadistic pleasures in taunting me

I’m looking for it, but tranquillity prefers to evade me Not that I’m living in a war-torn country I’m completely at peace with myself But rings around me send ripples leaving my soul shuddered “Leave me in peace” is this too much if I ask When hurting anyone is the last thing on my mind How do you always manage to offend me? Is this why people call you THE CRUEL WORLD

When it comes to confidence and self-righteousness, experience stands no stead. This, I learnt from a kid -- barely three years of age. Despite having faced so many difficult times and come out as a winner many a time, we still can't figure out if we are going in the right direction or if we are going at all. "Where do you see yourself 2 years down the lane?" is all that is needed to leave us bewildered. But this little lady seems so sure of herself that she can make anyone feel small. Even after decades of my existence, I still don't know what will happen to me in future, unlike this Little Miss Sure. I guess C in childhood stands for confindence . Wish I could be a kid again!

Life has changed so much... but it still hasn't It has taken away so much... but as much has it delivered I wanted to be with him... but I'm with someone else He became my world, the moment I became a part of his We shared not just fairy tales, but as good lives And as every story has an end, so had ours After all those beautiful years, he left... But not before he made sure that my love stock didn't end with him... He presented me with a younger version of himself... Not that I don't love this man, but I wanted them both Coz I can't call him papa... he's my love, my life...