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111 · Sep 2020
I am Gray
Akansha Shinde Sep 2020
I am Gray, not Christain Gray, the boring color gray,

I am boring, unlike my friends they say,

My friends are all different from me,

you will know when you see,

They are Pink, Blue, Yellow, Black, Violet, Green and Red.

My bestfriend Red says I lack excitement in my life,

He says I dont have passion and I dont seek attention.

My friends think I am in depression,

because I am an introvert, unlike them I dont like to attract attention.

But I really like it this way, I really like being gray.

My other friend Yellow says I lack positivity,

but I think I am stability, I am maturity,

I may certainly not be positivity, but I am loyalty.

And I really like it this way, I really like being gray.

Pink says I lack passion and I am neutral,

But I think I am practical, I am formal,

I may not be radical, but I certainly am rational.

And I really like it this way, I like being gray.

Blue says I lack trust,

But I think people are not worth my trust,

I may be distrust, but I am never unjust.

and I really like it this way, I really like being gray.

Green says I am not soothing, I am not comforting,

But I think I am totally amazing and astonishing,

the way I am.

and I really like it this way, I really like being gray.

Black says I lack popularity, I lack authority,

But I think I am a mystery, I am a tragedy,

I am not ordinary, I am a luxury.

Though I am conservative, I dont like to attract attention and keep to myself

it is totally my choice.

And I like it this way, I like being Gray.
The poem is about the feelings of an introvert person to which many of us can relate to.
86 · Sep 2020
Because true love waits
Akansha Shinde Sep 2020
Trust me love,
What we have is special
Just like orchids with blue petal
And once you leave,
You will search for me in everybody else,
And I would still be waiting with blue orchids, love.
Because true love always waits...
59 · Sep 2020
Love
Akansha Shinde Sep 2020
You know virga rain,
That never hits the ground,
You were like virga rain
You came in my life unannounced
You made every thing seem so beautiful
And then you vanished, evaporated
But I could still feel you presence in the air, and it's so peaceful
Love is not about what we touch or see it is about what we feel...

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