The tale of a wallflower
She exists as a contrast to this flamboyant world,
a testament to the definition of ordinary,
as a shadow curtailed to the shade behind the curtains
far away from the brightness of spotlights,
always eager to merge into the silence of her surroundings
finding refuge in unseen and secluded corners.
Daintily she walks with tentative steps,
as if struggling to find a specific purpose,
with traces of a half smile plastered on her pale face
to mask the nervousness that consumes her being,
while downcast eyes alternate stoic expressions
of absolute confusion and helplessness.
She keeps mourning the words that die on her lips,
before she could convey her feelings or thoughts,
while future looms in front as an unsolvable riddle,
that needed to be somehow endured or braved,
love, a gamble, too treacherous for her fragile heart,
certain that she is undeserving of even a second glance.
Aloof she remains,wishing she could trade places
with anyone she had ever observed or met,
looking longingly at the vibrant colors of their life
while remaining at the receiving end of sarcasms,
flustered by the kind looks or guiding hands that are offered,
because she is unsure of whom to safely trust.
Thus she keeps waiting by the wide open doors
in the soothing darkness of a self woven cocoon,
till the day she chooses to embrace the light
defying the imaginary shackles imposed by her mind,
before spreading out her wings and flying to conquer
her dreams glimmering on the yonder horizons.
©2016 Anjana Vipin E