SOMETIMES.
An Introvert's Diary.
Sometimes I just want to walk,
On empty roads,
Away from the crowd,
In deep silence.
I just want to keep walking,
Without a definite destination.
Walking through the rough path.
Walking through the smoothly built road way.
Walking in an aura.
An aura of self calm,
An aura of self relaxation,
An aura of self being,
An aura of myself.
Sometimes I want to walk through crowds,
Through everything they do,
Through everything they are,
Watching them carefully,
Watching them be lively.
Be a part of them still not being one.
See them, be with them but being invisible.
I want to laugh at someone cracking the silliest joke,
See someone perfectly barbeque that chicken,
See someone steal a doughnut from another's plate.
Be a witness to everything well and good.
I want to walk by the river,
With all the swiftness that it holds.
I want to throw pebbles sitting by the highest rock.
I want to run to watch the sunset,
Watch stars under the dark sky,
I want to stay awake just to see the beauty of a sunrise.
I want to climb an oak,
See the impeccable view.
I want to run down a hilly terrain.
See a morning mist,
Or an evening dew.
I want to be a part of that loud crowd,
Sky dive,
Para glide,
Scuba dive,
In the waves wide.
Travel by road to the desert,
Camping by fire,
Or going deep into that forest,
Trekking,
Or viewing the beauty of wild life,
And be a part of the wonderful nature.
Or the other times I just want to be me.
Sitting inside a room,
Away from the world,
Reading that book kept long on hold.
Or sitting in the garden and writing a script.
Eat that cookie,
Feed the pet,
Sip tea or coffee,
Whatever is available,
And keep imagining what I can't be.
So, are you too amongst the few?
Or is it just me?
—Ghania Hadi.