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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 ...

Why Didn't You ?

Why didn’t you say it ?..
I said..I said it once.
Well, somehow you were unclear.
I did.. but if have to repeat I wouldn’t.
You could have just lied and played all along..
I wouldn’t.. not just for the riverside song..
I wouldn’t.. not just for the drapes to fly long..
I wouldn’t..not just for the stars to shape up the night that’s not shown.
I wouldn’t..because I would be finally leaving you torn.
Ahh..that’s what makes mere words strong.
Cause even if you don’t mean..
You say it as if they belong.
You are right , but I am not even there…
But looks like you haven’t ended the stare..
For I haven’t moved an inch afterwards..
But you always end up walking backwards..
So just run past your wierds..
Don’t look back..
As the mesh will never unwind inwards.

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