There is this bizarre concept called Extrovert and Introvert.
Extrovert is someone who is considered as a socially confident person. A person who knows how to leave an impression etc. etc.
Introvert is someone who is shy and cannot gel up in the crowd with ease.
Pish Posh!.
Adjectives are only good when used in a sentence to describe things, not humans.
To be honest, every extrovert is somewhat of an introvert and vice versa.
It is all about the time and place.
Extro-Intro-verts
The crowd is engaged as the desired one speaks,
Everything that is being said is simply magnificent.
Who cares about the content, just see the techniques,
Extroverts, blinding all the critiques.
But wait, who is that standing in the corner?,
And why is he not saying a word?
Maybe he doesn’t understand, poor foreigner.
Introverts, know only the art of murmur.
No doubt extroverts are great,
No doubt introverts often wait,
But that is all, there is no other difference.
Extro-intro-verts have both shaped earth’s fate.
Look beyond the skills of presentation,
Extrovert is more than charms and smile.
Look beyond the silent hesitation,
Introvert is more than a closed file.
~Ideas and content matter the most
Change is always met with friction and therefore growing up too is hard to digest, process, and express.
But after a particular point of time or more specifically events, we do grow up. The only question: Is it for our best?
Growing Up
I can only judge one man,
In whose shoes I have walked.
So to meet him I do all that I can,
A journey where me and I talked.
Careless, hopeless, and without any plan,
My journey started a bit quivery.
But then again I was just a kid,
Unaware of most of the mystery.
Reality sunk in sooner than later,
And I realised I have the spark.
To my story I became my own creator,
By being Persistent even in the dark.
Good and bad both greeted from time to time,
My past failures hanging onto my life like a crime,
The only thing I learnt as I was growing up,
In the end everything will be just fine.
~Anyone who has realised this simple fact,
Is a grown-up and will one day shine.~
Amidst all the hustle and bustle, we humans often neglect or miss the events that actually change our lives. When we expect them the least they come and change the course of our lives.
Loud happenings are actually very quiet.
Ecstatic
Lobby is filled with bright young faces,
So many aspirations, dreams, and goals.
Different backgrounds from different places,
Here to audition for whole new roles.
Ecstatic to be a part of change,
A pinch of uncertainty in the otherwise smart world.
Life gives us chances to expand our range,
Seemingly endless or maybe simply twirled.
Ecstatic! Don’t you think?
Life has its own way of doing things right.
Everything changes while we blink,
Loud happenings are actually very quiet.
Long ago in the city of time,
Resided 3 brothers in the tower of tense.
Independently codependent and always in their prime,
They were the writers of the play of suspense.
Act 1 spoke of the do’s and don’ts,
For our characters need a guideline to follow.
An angel that both guides and haunts,
Past was essential but is now just hollow.
Act 2 speaks of the moment that is now,
Where everything we do is confined.
Live it, Respect it, take a bow,
Present is the one which is kind.
Act 3 is undone and uncertain,
And will only be revealed in due time.
Suspense is what lies behind the curtain,
A play which itself is time.
Ever wondered why most brilliant minds are the most curious ones?
If you did then you are brilliant as well.
Read to know…know to read
सवाल (Question)
Knowledge is pristine and ageless,
Which despite abundance is rare to find.
And while it is like time, endless,
Only by one way can it be confined.
Teachers teach their student,
Yet the knowledge level varies.
Some remain evasive while some become prudent
And life in the background simply carries.
Ask questions, ask all the way,
The only way to know the new.
Question is the answer they say,
A secret known to only a few.
-The more you ask, the more you will know.
Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.
Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.
Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.
Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.
This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.
Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?
I hope you help me to find out…
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Oh! dweller, who is looking for self,
Funny how you know everyone but you.
Like all the books that stand in your shelf,
You think you have read everyone you knew.
Oh! dweller, let me know then,
Who am I and what is true?
For all I have heard time and again,
My different versions from many different view.
Let me tell you what is known to a few,
We are what others want us to be.
Oh! dweller, without any further adieu,
Do convey what you actually see.
