EXTROVERT WAITING TO COME OUT?

Sure as hell
There are parts that dwell
Deep inside my being

Now I can tell
And I can't compel
Myself from seeing

The side of me
That's buzzing like a bee
And I want to let it out

Been pretty quiet
Ignoring the riot
That makes me want to shout

Into my pillow
When ember like emotions billow
And I push myself off

The cliff in my head
As I hit the bed
Feeling mellow

IDENTITY CRISIS: INTROVERT OR HIGH STANDARDS? (Part 5)

HIGH TEA

Yes to ginger, no to gossip!

Yes to deep thoughts; a new one with each sip!

Yes to cinnamon, yes to etiquette!

Be gentle, for you and your cup are both delicate!

Yes to white pepper in the cup ornate;

Yes to pleasant conversations, short or elaborate!

Yes to figs and yes to dates;

Yes to people who are considerate!

Yes to humbleness, yes to integrity;
Yes to morality being the judge of identity!

IDENTITY CRISIS: POLITE OR TIMID? (Part 4)

Loud minds but quiet tongues!
Ever felt words unsaid, choking the lungs?

Plenty of expressions waiting inside the brain,
And many more, rejected, going down the drain.

Projected naive and underconfident for not saying things out aloud,
Or perceived to be weird if not interacting with the crowd.

Yes! A change is needed because politeness confuses some,
A change is needed because until introverts speak up, often, they are perceived to be dumb.

The catch is to understand how you feel about yourself,
And not let the voice of the world influence your self-talk.

IDENTITY CRISIS PUT TO REST (Part 3)

The delusional self, until it meets itself, yet again!

Feelings ceased,

Time shrunk, and the garden was invisible.

Peace came from new sources,

Until realization struck.

Imprints of family-travels returning,

Kindling feelings of belongingness.

Old spirit returning,

Comforting the soul.

Familiarity igniting restlessness,

Yet welcomed warmly as an old acquaintance.

Faintly recognizing the self,

Sparks of anxiety sparkle the imagination.

Lopsided uncanny smile returning,

On finding blissful solace in introverting.

Yet again, the being is connected with nature,

Inner callings whispering in tranquil silence.

Again, risk seems thrilling,

As if, essential to feed the soul.

Caving in; replying laconically,

Brings peace.

Calm waters swirling gently like my thoughts,

And each ripple soothing the mind;

That's my introvert world,
Embracing me again.

SWEET IDENTITY CRISIS (Part 2)

Ever acknowledged yourself behaving like the youngest child when you are the oldest?

Younger or older - is a matter of fact,

But how can my behaviour be expected to remain intact?

Let's not be bound to behave a certain way,

Occasionally, I like to be on a swing and sway.

So, let's switch roles sometimes!

Let listening to lullabies be my pass-time.

You, be the one to narrate bedtime stories,

And tuck me to bed while I'm dreaming about mermaids & corries.

With you, I relive my childhood again,

Dear sibling, to me you're always glittering.

So, let me hold the brush and tell me where to colour,

Let me take the pencil and tell me where to use the rubber.

Hold my hand and guide me where to go,

Ask me questions where the answer is a simple yes or no.

I love the way you act mature when I fail to do,

Be by my side, always! Let's stick together, glued.

IDENTITY CRISIS (Part 1)

Introvert? Ambivert? Extrovert? Or, a blend of all three? 

I feel confused many-a-times when I don't act like an introvert. I think to myself if these categorizations should even exist. I could surely be a mixture of all three.

Reacting differently to similar triggers either makes me feel I have evolved or makes me undergo a major identity crisis.

Post these thoughts I usually tell myself to go with the flow.

I used to love my solitude until depressive thoughts caught hold of me for a few months. I started enjoying other people's company more than that of my own.

That particular phase definitely made me doubt if I truly was an introvert. However, I realized after a few long travel experiences that all I desired was freedom. 

If you are someone who is undergoing identity-crisis, do write in.