I am who I am.
Little perturbing,
when I try to eagle-eye inside
rather than outer limits.
Perplexed, of course,
when multi ways seem blurry
to the muddles behind it.
Out of sudden, someday, nowhere
but on the bed and over the typing,
I mess up with sorted ideas
who say about courtesy to exhibit
while I admired moving on
with headphones on with basic reply.
I chose to be good from the deeper tile
rather on eye-keeper’s sighs.
I picked to be on a safer-side
when to be tamed from trustee’s lies.
I gave a try to lone fly
just not to be socially ethical butterfly.
And I craved to use the weapon of hand
than to be on rueful tongue’s stand.
I cry and I choose to be with me.
And the time I celebrate,
I choose to be in the mob.
Maybe, I expect too much.
Maybe, I am introvert with others
or extrovert with closer folks.
Does that affect you?
Well, I am who I am.
Platform:-SPLIT POETRY INDIA
Editor:-Gautam Jha
Split Poetry India 