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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 ...

Midnight Door

Someone is out there …
Did someone caught me staring.
Something is moving..
I could feel my trace sweating.
Everytime I looked at the door..
While sometime it looked back at me.
Peeping through the hole..
Are grouching voices.
Hunting as they seek..
Prey isn’t left out crying.
He appeared right beside..
Shaking as he lied.
The floor was fuming hot..
Wish I could borrow a simple cot.
The torn blanket..
I shared.
Grabbing it…
As the corners got spared.
Took out a bread..
Handed that over instead.
Does anyone come after?
Gobbling up the bread ..
Got out a burp.
Taking out a rusted knife..
Slipped it over.
If the door open run this closer.
But now he hasn’t spoken..
He is stiffer than usual.
Sat there weeping..
Light beaming through the midnight door.

* To the life that dwells on the streets and to the hearts that don’t give up that things will get better.

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