I wasn't born with it,
None of us is...
' A mental state' called by many
I wonder why setting up different priorities makes me different altogether.
Neither deaf Nor dumb,
Being talked about is enough to suffice
Queer demeanor but certainly better
Than these masquerades...
Exploring they call it,
Ever tried deciphering
Those patterns you see
Perhaps a Kaleidoscope in my eyes when I close them...
A mystery to solve,they are for me
Either letters from the past or glimpses of the future
Or just a reminder of the dreams untold...
These artistic clouds and orchestra of the leaves
Stories of the stars and poetries of the wind
Unnoticed by you are these prodigies of nature!
My heart's not a simple curve
Like the ones you often scribble...
It's all Chambers and veins and arteries
Complicated as it seems!
But my brain's not that cuddled and muddled grey matter,
Rather it's a simple curve
So these odds seep in untroubled...
Red's not love,
And Black's not hate!
Irony it is
Think over again...
An introvert or not,
Would you call me again!