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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 ...

Desire








I know I miss you..

As the dawn feels like drops of dew.
I know I miss you..
When dreams never seem to come true.
I know I miss you..
When I slip without your grip.
I know I miss you..
When there is a gap trying to fit in your lap.
I know I miss you..
When there is a sigh looking into my eye.
I know I miss you..
When you hold but my fingers are cold.
I know I miss you..
Yet I cannot even follow.
For you requested not to borrow..
There is no tomorrow.
Where Walking past will meet you at last..
Regretting attire sunsetting desire.
Accepting the fact that you caught me as a liar..

Thoughts By - Pratiksha Misra.

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