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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 ...

Choices

I don’t make choices..
Choices happen to me.
While I sit there inadequately..
Waiting for the next thing to happen.
It often dampens me..
Leaves me shaken.
But the truth is I keep lying.
About how dying gets superfluous.
Emphasis on lives occur..
Mine seems to be way better.
While many out there just suffer..
Denying the fact that ending it is what they prefer.
Empty eyes portray blasphemy..
Nothing is rudimentary.
The train which no one’s willing to take..
Cowardice is a notion while bravery sticks to make.
But I want to go a long way..
Holding hands asking them to stay.
As the journey just got started..
And all those unwilling have already departed.

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