neither very social
nor I'm vocal
silent screamer
a lonely dreamer
neither a mood swing
nor in a bing
don't mind
if you don't find
as I'm in my cocoon
may be back soon
but for a while
let me hibernate in my style

not a saint
just complacent
ridicule not, I'm not a clown
on a journey unknown.... my own
deep ponderer
solo wanderer
not a wayward
just traveling inward
judge me not O dear!
for you I'm there
but let me be insignificant
an abstinent.....

It's the season of aching
For something that I can never quite find a name for
The hint of warmth in midst the frozen air
God,
I still can't find it

*And that's why my heart hibernates
through the winter

-
Amidst the intensive review,
Poetry is to the rescue

Summer time has come at last
Spring is gone
And I'm alone
Wake me up
When it's September

Here I am so Innocent
But the Innocent
They never rest
Don't wake me up
If all I have is gone

It's like I've met
My own demise
The end at last is here

I can live with my demons
But those angels
Are the ones I dread
Wake me up
If heaven isn't real

I've worked so hard
For so long
To be the best
In what I do
But all I do
Never seems enough

Now at last
I go to rest
Hoping that
It's just a dream
Don't wake me up
Till September comes