Looking at all those,
Who love chaos,
Who set captions as 'sunshine mixed with a little hurricane' ,
Who are proud of being a mess,
Sobriety sat back in her rocking chair,
Gently sipping her cutting chai,
Mocked at them.
Many a times,
People mistook her as an introvert,
She questioned herself.
She questioned her dignity.
She excelled in conversing ,
With confidence, with graveness.
She was an extrovert but not a chaotic extrovert.
She liked arranging her sentences
With the correct metaphors , similes and oxymorons
And present them with perfect pauses.
She could mesmerize people with her conversations.
Being people pleaser 24*7,
Charisma was her thing.
A head-turner , a sweetheart
That's what others called her.
But then sometimes ,
She became a maudlin.
Something pulled her back.
People took her for granted.
Sometimes even she wanted to answer back,
But then ethics , she thought.
Kept quiet and weeped.
Forgave and moved on.
Her self respect was hurt ,
But then ethics, she thought.
She got jealous sometimes,
When Attitude stole her thunder
She liked being under the limelight always,
Didn't approve when dudes were the center of attraction.
She wanted to snap back.
But then she would lose her dignity,
Ethics again she thought.
She was smart , but
Attitude was smarter.
She was bold, But
Could never challenge Attitude.
During school days,
They used to get along well.
But being the people they are,
They drifted apart.
Attitude bullied her in High School.
She used to bear it all.
She sobbed silently in the corner
But wore a smile on her face all the time.
Reminiscing about those days,
Gently sipping her cutting chai
She wipes a tear away.