I dwell in my own catalogue,
With my loud inner monologue,
They say I am too reserved,
cos my stuffs aren't unnerved,
They wonder why am I too alone,
I make things better for my own,
sometimes I don't act fast as I am ought,
bear with me, I need to edit my thought,
I am intense, I love deep connections,
but I am picky, I make few selections,
Then with those I show commitments,
To love and cherish our intimate moments,
I am sometimes poor in a big network,
Exposing me too much may not work,
A complex machine, I need time to breathe,
Time to recharge,to calm and to soothe,
Wings to fly in my own inner space,
so don't infringe my sacred place,
I not outgoing, I hope you won't accuse,
if there is a party, and I make an excuse
"Get out of your own head"
One of my friend once said,
Because sometimes I get lost,
As my own hard thoughts' cost,
when words are hard, I try a smile,
It speaks more & goes one extra mile,
I am a mother of imaginations,
my mind is busy, carrying nations,
I am a fixed persona, gold and old,
I am sensitive soul, living beyond odds.
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