The Introvert

The Introvert

With an unsure mind I put down my pen,

Like a goldfish swirling around its confined haven

I know not where the way ahead leads,

Where in this huge jungle I shall ever find complete peace

Discouraged seldom by others and often by own,

One venturesome leap ahead follows three back in the known.

I gaze deep inside myself too often,

Thinking of my actions and others’ reactions,

Lost in thoughts of the least importance,

Over time they delve deeper carving my subconscious

Aware and readier, my mind becomes,

For splashing disappointments from around,

Fewer words I speak than what reside within,

Surrendering to action-reaction thoughts that have me bound

The thoughts still hammer me,

Of what shall others think as they peruse over these lines,

Now that’s enough already,

I want to break free of those shackles and lies

I look above and admire the Sun,

Which shines on its will,

Nonchalantly and merrily,

Not hindered by the slightest concern

I wish not to be those mighty tall mountains,

Silent and covered with the dominating snows,

I wish to be like the free hills,

Enjoying on my face, the gushing wind that mellifluously flows

Like the rivers I shall find my path and make my own burbling sound,

Carefree, for what its worth and what counts

Free I feel…

Unfettered I shall be…

                                                                          -Piyush Waradpande

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