Introverted me .

By Himadri Shailesh Patel

Not comparing the wonder of what makes me ….. me,

because I ‘ m tender , it doesn’t mean I ‘m weak .

Feeling whole feels far greater than having all,

not so eager to chit-chat or making phone calls.

Saying more is not always equal to knowing better,

at the end of the day , words matter.

Just like wildflowers, I will find a way to bloom against the odds,

not leaving my peace and serenity at any cost.

Introversion is my superpower;

in every waking hour.

Pile of unfinished thoughts,

and just like accents , I am different ,but not wrong .

Selfish, needy, childish, over emotional are all human,

meeting myself in silence sometimes is the only solution.

I like underrated location, calm moments and profound minds;

not comparing my inside to someone else’s outside.

Quite appearance, wild imagination, everseeking, everfeeling,

Reaching rock bottom can be quite inspiring .

I don’t need people to talk to,

I need people to connect with.

It’s okay to feel a little bit nostalgic,

To the vulnerable ones- may be not so perfect, but truly beautiful.

Your feelings are valid,

Embrace your own mess accurately rapid.

By Himadri Shailesh Patel