Me (An Introspection)

A lot of times, we are poised with a very simple, yet confusing question; Who are you? Have you ever wondered who you are? What makes you, You? Taking inspiration from this question, and also from a class on writing I took, here is a small piece of a mix of poetry and limerick.

Me

(An Introspection)

If there was a word for being quiet, yet loud

It would be Me.

Being weird and annoying,

is what sets me free.

Thinking and procrastinating is my gift

and curse for eternity

Writing random words and gibberish

makes me happy and glee!

Coldplay and books gave me an urge to dream bigger.

that is why, I started to write long and tedious letters

To friends, and family, to unknowns and future selves,

about life, travel, dogs and elves.

This poem is a blend of random words,

Just like my life, a chaotic swirl of worlds

where happiness and sadness are basically synonyms.

and where life sings poetic rhythms and hymns.

Clouds, stones and cemeteries make me curious,

unlike sugarcoated romances, which make me furious

people think I am a good person, but in reality,

I am just human; with flaws pretty damn luminous.

In these words, lie my dreams and thoughts,

jumbled up like a sailor's rope knots

you may not be able to decipher me

because that's who I am; an unknown mystery.

That's me,

Weird

Misfit

the guy who yawns in college lectures

a bad dancer

a limerick in the making.

I am not a great guitarist,

nor a great sportsman,

nor a great storyteller,

nor a great writer.

In simple words,

I am not great.

But

I can be,

We can be.

We will be.

(Written in a creative writing class, on the topic "Me")