Ambivert

Tacit I am for the world

But essay is what I am on the inside.

Like a droplet I look to all

But sea is what I am on the inside.

Blank is what my face conveys

But canvas is what I am on the inside.

An idea is what I have for all

But a book is what I am on the inside.

A Prayer is what I mouth

But hope is what I am on the inside.

Defiance is what I show

But rage is what I am on the inside.

Stoic is how I want all to see me

But rebellious is what I am on the inside.

Like an onion,

So many layers I am,

And I don’t want to expose all.

I am just the tip of an iceberg,

Still, massive and waiting.
Little is what I Look on the outside

But I am not and I hope I am never that on the inside. 

Untold..

There is so much in me..
Unknown and untold.
So much, that even I don’t want to know
Things hidden inside
Which make me what I am
For which I have no explanations
But inferences which matter to me
Whatever there is
Imperfection and oddities
Some I want to change
But mostly I don’t.
I don’t know how the changes might affect me
But those irregularities have been in me
They have been me
I don’t want to be the perfect person
I choose not to be
Cause I want to be what I feel from inside
At times dark, hidden & secretive.
But darkness also trumps one’s good side
As positive is not always true
And most of the times, what is untrue is what you want to be
Cause you continually think and aspire for it
I want to be, what I want to have
Cause sometimes, ends are more important than the means
Sometimes.