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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 ...

Never

Had the wind been so quiet.
Never..
Had the sigh keen on being polite.
Never..
Had the night smelled the sleepless smoke..
Never..
Had the dawn painted a different stroke.
Never ..
did it felt like the clutches were loosening.
Never..
did it felt like the waves touch can go deafening.
But now till the end..
Never.
will those feet long for wet sand.
Never..
will those imprinted steps be followed to be found.
And never..
will those carved out promises be bound.
Cause never..
did they ever require a sanctuary of words.
Never..
did they free themselves to voice the voids.
That everytime plead..
But never did impede.
What’s wonderful indeed..
That nothing did exceed.
And nothing will ever repeat once more.

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