By Gargi Joshi
In the symphony of souls, I'm a subtle note,
Lost in the crescendo, a whisper remote.
Only in the sanctuary of trusted hearts,
Do I reveal the canvas of my inner parts.
A dreamer in a world of stark reality,
Painting visions of love with tenderality.
Yet, amidst laughter's chorus and jests untold,
I find solace in dreams, where stories unfold.
Tripping over echoes of yesterdays unseen,
Stumbling through the maze where shadows convene.
Resilient to the arrows of judgment's strife,
Yet fragile in the embrace of life's delicate knife.
A keeper of secrets, a listener profound,
In the silent whispers, truths are found.
Preaching acceptance, yet sometimes blind,
To the complexities within my own mind.
A philosopher in the solitude of thought's embrace,
Navigating the depths with grace and grace.
Awkward, clumsy, yet beautifully flawed,
In this dance of existence, I am awed.
For in the tapestry of quirks, I find my place,
Embracing imperfection with steadfast grace.
Take it or leave it, this essence of mine,
A kaleidoscope of hues, forever intertwined.
By Gargi Joshi
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