INTROVERTS IN THE WORLD OF EXTROVERTS
As I sit in isolation,
at the abstruse world,
myriad of thoughts keep twirling inside,
endeavouring to come out of the hard shell
that I have within.
For they too have realised that world is curt.
towards me, an introvert.
While people are enjoying their camaraderie
with every being coming their way,
I, a lone wolf, find joy in the smell of books.
But, people say,
"how drab it is", passing me irksome looks.
The trend of being gregarious is surfacing.
While folks out there are busy
competing for followers,
and texting to build so called "connections".
I often love to delve into myself, talk to myself
not paying heed to their rejections.
I have my own secret place for my thoughts, feelings
But, I seldom try to come out of my zone,
And try to transform my thoughts into a speech
with the same ease
that I feel when I pen them down on a paper.
But, people don't listen to an introvert.
Before you explain, there will be rain
of labels on you.
Labels of boring, banal and curt.
This demeanour breaks me apart.
I pity all the introverts
as they are incongruent with this world
I like to put up a question of consideration,
"Is it a crime to be an introvert?"
for they just need an iota of place
in this eccentric world of rat race!