Yours Faithfully, An Aspiring Introvert

By Barnali Dey

Finally, I hold the key
To my heart
Whose contents are set
According to my variable moods
They differ every day, every moment
And I choose to unlock it
And tell you all what it holds
For it tells not only my tales
But some of yours too
And I am spilling the contents
Hoping you see yourself in me
And excuse the mess
So, let the tales begin.......

• Language: English
• Publisher: One Point Six Technologies Pvt Ltd
• Release date: Mar 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9789388930208

Barnali Dey

A writer at heart and a banker by profession, Barnali is an avid reader of fiction and non-fiction, and loves everything with a creative angle. She has been writing poems since she was six, and this is her first attempt at getting published. She also writes short stories with twisty endings.

Book preview

Identifying myself

I AM UNIQUE, BUT I AM ONE OF YOU.

I am a dot on a plain white sheet

Trying to make an impression

Trying to dig deep

Not yet visible to the unobserving eye

Creating a halo with words

A few blinks shy.

Poem #1

What am I made of?

I am a portion of an overly excited mother

And a stoic, sensible father

Fused- with the goodness of

A meandering mind and an over thinking brain

Layered- with the chaos of an animated heart

Whose beats soften every blow it feels

And amplifies every bit of happiness

Dipped- in a cornucopia of creative energy

And a touch of eccentricity perhaps

Packed- In fervor of hope and doom alike.

Poem #2

Shooting stars I wish upon,

Wishing wells I throw coins in,

An elephant walking down the street is sacred,

As are two sparrows in a row,

A crescent shaped moon in my nail is lucky,

So are my joint eyebrows,

Mole in my neck makes me sing well,

I wish on stones who resemble a God,

I hope to travel more, I have a mole in my foot,

I am caring and moody, I was born in June,

I will never go beneath a ladder, and never say ‘snake’ at nighttime,

When I hope for the best, I always keep my fingers crossed,

I mock spit at things I never want to lose,

I am careful not to eat twin yolked eggs,

I am scared of the evil eye,

And I don’t let my hair loose at twilight,

I see my own face in the mirror,

First thing in the morning after waking up,

I always lie on my left side,

And I never whistle at night,

Oil spilled brings bad luck,

So also when gold is lost or found,

I fear getting paralyzed in my sleep,

I keep a metal key by my pillow to ward of spirits,

Dogs howling means something evil is going to happen,

Rain and sun together symbolizes a fox and vixen wedding,

Palm readings tell your length of life and wisdom,

Rubbing your stomach after eating is very bad for your health,

I hold my breath to not get jinxed,

I ball my palm into fists when I watch clouds glide in the sky,

I say ‘I’m coming back’ when I leave my house,

I retract my steps when a black cat passes by...

Poem #3

I stand in a queue and wait for my turn to borrow a book at the library,

But when I reach the counter

I am unable to speak,

I stutter

I stretch one word long enough to make me lose my heart and close my mouth

I leave the counter, my unfinished word a whisper as I turn away, an inaudible sigh.

I am called to the stage to speak on a topic on global warming,

I hold the microphone, and my hands start shaking,

My nervousness is past the peak level,

My heart hammers in my throat, and I can’t speak,

I stutter

I say one word over and over again, unable to form the next syllable,

My eyes brim with tears as I leave and hide backstage to have a good cry.

I am the new student in the class,

I am called upon to introduce myself,

I have been dreading this moment since last night or maybe a month,

I lick my lips and try to speak,

I stutter

The first syllable gets stuck and the next ones come in a rush

My ears burn,