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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Pretences

I get tired of smiling at times..
Heart raging with anger but struggle to utter a single word of profanity..
Loved someone till death but that someone couldn’t risk his freedom ..
Every moment seems to be an illusion as I want to be me but couldn’t be..nobody wants to see the real me..


With despair I run far away from truth to pursue me harder..
Only to risk my life with loneliness.
Is this what we call life…I live every day as they say ..
Carving thoughts out of clouds , singing in the rain, wiping the window pane,humming with the bird while walking down the meadows..
Chasing the sunset ..splashing water running along the shore..
Lying right next to him talking through the night till the sun lights up his face..
Knowing days will pass by but no wishes to fear.
Look what I become where wants haunt me ..and desire lures me keeping me on my toes never letting me breathe the fresh air..
It’s not who I am..running just makes this worse

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