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Innate Hesitations

Innate Hesitations
She just walked past by, my eyes turning towards her, gleaming bright,
Time froze and my mind exclaimed "What a wondrous sight! "
My brain battled with my conscience, persuaded me to take a stride,
But all that attenuated when it triggered my tight-lipped fright.

My mind wanted me to talk, to extend a friendly hand,
But I stuttered to even say Hi! Scared how the confab would pan;
On my lost opportunity list, it silently took its place,
The inner me's avidity cheered and boosted for a triumphant futuristic case.

Sometime ahead, FB popped up her profile, listed her as a friend suggestion,
The socializing mogul seemed to rejuvenate my mind's lost attention.
My eyes probed into her timeline and feed, scanning who and from where she was,
My eyes gleamed and took a moment to grasp she went to the same college where enrolled I was.

A war started again between my fingers and my brain,
Should I send her a request so that she could know my name?
My heart, but a peaceful warrior, chose to stand back again,
Silently admiring her innately, allowing my hesitation to win the game.

Her department was just a couple of blocks away from mine,
In between was a canteen and a park where students thronged to in their free time.
I sat there as usual, penning on paper my multiple random thought nibbles,
Little did I know, she came past by but stopped to overlook my scribbles.

A melodious voice then said Hi! I instantly closed my writing,
Turned back aghast but mustered some courage to ask her "Were you reading? "
She cheekily smiled and sat close by and told me she was a writer too,
And divulged to me that she had seen me alone and writing for the past week or two.

She spoke about her literary pieces, her likes and dislikes,
And urged me to disclose the same, which my lips had held so tight.
She spurred me on to break my fabricated barriers, allowing me to voice my mind,
Later did I realize, the match between our likes was really one of a kind.

Each day we met seemed to be an added weapon for the inner me,
The mind, now determined to break the shackles my inhibitions had set for me.
It was emerging victorious in the long covert battle of mine,
I began to open up, to share my thoughts and realized socializing was fine.

I did not love her, but I admired her for her will,
She lent a helping hand to a person, who with hesitations was filled.
"A loner" I was called by peers and classmates all along,
But she took an initiative to sit down and ask me what was wrong.

I no longer hesitate today to put forth my strongest view,
People no longer think I am a person who would subdue.
The long lasting war in my innate battleground now no longer subsists,
Thanks to a move by her, my inhibitions have ceased to exist.

Introvertism is not wrong, neither a permanent state,
Difficulties to open up exist, but do not demand scorn or hate.
Try talking to us, give us courage to convey what we silently dream,
Indulge in chatters, you may then realize we introverts are not as boring as we seem.

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