I stood there in a corner
Silent and all smiling,
Holding a glass of wine
A glass with sparkles
And a grin so full of shine.
I widened the grin with every passing stranger,
no matter what storm it was.
A storm? Oh! Really?
It was a celebration after all.
I continued to carry the same routine,
A monotony for the night.
But no matter how ironical it was,
It was the actual symphony of my life.
A face so full of happiness,
A soul so pierced with sorrow.
A world so full of illusions.
The body carried the heart hollow.
I carried the weight of my soul.
The weight of being a wallflower.
A happy, caroused, rollick woman.
A woman, so empty of power.
I was nothing but a paradox.
So jovial, yet so shallow.
My vulnerability was flamboyant
But heart and soul so hollow.
I stood more around the corner,
Silently gulping the wine.
Holding the sparkles but empty of power.
The hollowness was all mine.
I was nothing but a wallflower.
A woman so happy and sad.
I was nothing but a wallflower,
A contradiction this illusionary world had.
Semester II – M, VSIT