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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 ...

Stripes

Stripes on my skin..
With a lustrous coat..
Like the sunset..
Groping breath behind bushes.
Flattering doesn’t behold me..
Cunning doesn’t uphold me.
Hunger has an unending thirst..
Wild has an unraveling outburst.
Snarling my roar..
Deafening galore.
Claws refuse but dig further..
As I start loving man slaughter.
Where do I sleep..
It gets worse if we weep.
Old bruises hard to heal..
A monster lurking under the veil.
The wind grows cold..
Last night it was he..
Tonight it could be me.
Hidden beyond sacred tunnel..
Is the wrath controlling.
Beaten helpless into pieces..
Until the screech echoes..
Now just ignores vows..
Made to save mankind.
*Dedicated to the man slaughter rising in Pandharkawada.

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