Being Out of the Box

A single woman, in her early thirties, Wanting not to settle, wanting not to date Wanting not to mingle, for the sole reason That, she finds not between the rest and herself Many similarities! Pray, being made of hyper sensibility She prefers her own company Delving in her inner world, A world made of poetry, She seems always so serene and happy! Pray, it is not in to be an extreme loner It is not in to want not to blossom sexually Yet, she holds on to her own convictions Stoically, stubbornly Easily, effortlessly, even! Why, it is not common these days To hear a woman say she wants to be a maiden forever Yes, for her heart belongs to the powers higher Of thus, she had made a pledge, once Once, when her tantrums for the mundane had broken her! So much that now, she has faith flowing in her veins Beating in her heart Filling in the essence of her soul Making up her very breath And of course, centering her vision of life! Now, she cares not for the mundane Earth's pleasures please her not Earth's miseries bother her not Earth interests her not Even if she has sworn to serve it, as long as she shall be! Pray, she knows she is totally out of the box She knows and she acknowledges it She knows and she assumes it For life revolves around diversity, around mystery Around riddling enigmatic folly! She prefers to close her eyes to the harsh gaze of the society She prefers to hear not of their rants She prefers to sit alone, to breathe in the freedom of purity And to write, lines and lines of poetry Till shall come the time for the gates of Truth to open up to her! Being in has never been her thing Always has she yearned to be unique Pray, the skies have made her as such Of this grace, she remains grateful Hopes she, though, to be somehow useful! And protected, always Claims she, to have no faith For she loves all the paths leading to the worlds other Yes, a being she is, totally out of the box Yet, a box it is, which is itself a nomad of Time!