Cyclone in a cocoon

Photo by Paul Garaizar on Unsplash

Walking amid the strangers
Some days she connects
Her scribbles intensity
And her mind expands

Some days they connect back
Other days, it’s just her
Some days, they reverberate
Other days, she stands lonely

Maybe the strangers are strange
Maybe the known, even more unknown
And yet maybe strange and difficult is required
And maybe she wants that too

She’s strong, everyone agrees
She’s difficult too
While some feel her different
She’s weird to most

But then she’s just a cyclone
Inside a cocoon
Or maybe she’s nothing
Inside this mysterious attire

But then, who’s to decide
And what to be believed
Is she mystery to be solved?
Or is she happiness to be felt?