She likes to focus on the paradigm of thoughts creating ruckus in her mind, alone,
Far away from the chaos she lives in, in a zone she calls her own,
Sometimes in the middle of a crowd unruly, sometimes in a corner isolated,
Where she’d have for company just her thoughts shabbily articulated,

In that space of absolute nonchalance, she lets her dwindling charisma take form,
Raw and organic and unassuming, she becomes an imperceptible hailstorm,

For, in there, she finds her zeal, her lost confidence,
A refreshing new meaning for her mundane existence,

And, a fierce sense of inexplicable gratitude,
For simply being able to afford this priceless solitude.


Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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