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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 ...

Who Am I




Is this you or Is this just Me..
That I am unable to see.
Closer to free..
So long on a tedious spree.
Tied to the mode..
Of self abode.
Is this who I am or Is this who I have become..
Hilarious to boredom.
Crying silly trying to be free Willy..
Pathetic emphasis..
In search of the lost Oasis.
Joining hands made of sand..
Quicker unwind.
Absolutely unkind..

Is this what I want to be ..
An incomplete caricature.
Of an unknown stature..
Revealing plausible myth.
Covered in a colossal sheath..
Deeper the dive.
The steeper the climb..
Breathing alive yet again.
Worried for future.




Thoughts By -

     Pratiksha Misra

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