I see... The burnt ash at the corner of her eyes, Surrounded by dark clouds with a clear outline. Just like a diya.... But instead, fueled by her tears. Giving birth to the fire inside her. Eradicating the darkness bit by bit. Burning till the very end.
Well...this is all that I am, Though opening up, I do not let people walk into me.
Filtering the emotions, Just as I did with the sunshine. Sometimes peeking, From time to time, Just to see if the chattering outside the world, Has subsided down.
Chirpings are heard As the cool breeze enters my heart.
The silence that I am in love with, Can be heard As the sun starts parting it's away.
This is the way I am, An introvert. Not a door that people appreciate. Yet I am a door.
Well...for me, a door is something that has hinges and can be opened and closed. So in that case, I assume that windows too have doors?! . At least mine does..... And I kinda felt like actual doors are like extroverted people and the doors in the windows are introverted. Just my point of view .