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IMPRESSIONS

INTROVERT

Hey there, can u listen to that drizzle outside the window?
I do too.

I too, yes, I too ‘like’ to feel the rain, ‘smell’ the soil, ‘touch’ the air, sipping my bru.

Hey there, can you listen to that melodious voice she sings in?
Her notes all charged to take your minds down and throb your hearts out.

I hear too.
I too, yes, I too want to play, play with the lyrics of love and dismay, step up the stage
and sing all day,
I try to, but I miserably fail to do.

No, my shoes are no different, seems the sole gets stuck beside the stage,
No, my legs are not shaky, but trust me, facing people is not everyone’s piece of cake.

Hey there, can you listen, can’t u really listen? Oh, come on, try to listen for once.
They need no stethoscope to hear, they are loud enough to be heard,

My heartbeats, so agitated, finding me in front of a bunch,
In front of a bunch of people that they can shout no louder,
To get me free from all those range and let me be where I can silently sigh.

No, no I don’t have attitude issues, nor do I pretend being a self-centred person,
It’s just that it is way too gruelling, for me, to break down the eye.

How do I explain? How do I explain to you, that,
In this world with you people seeking impeccability and excellence, I am ‘inchoate’,
And each time I wish to touch perfection jilting my fears in front of you,

I see ‘Expectations’, followed by silence screeching “You are too late”.

No, no I am not late, nor am I down,
I have my own name, stop using your pronoun,

Despite clamouring “the vanquished”, you better propel “come on, you can do it,
get up, rise from the ash”,
Listen and remember till you breathe your last,
I might not be able to earn a cachet in my social circle, do hell with your mind’s

plague & soul’s rash,
I have been and will always be, bloated with scads of my hard-earned panache.

Anshu Priya

Batch: PGP 1, Roll No: 2210229

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