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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 ...

The Bus

The bus arrived and she wasn't there..
No one to leap towards me at my very sight
No one who at every moment holds me tight
No one who can constantly talk about their day
No one who pats my head and says I love your hair
No one who smiles like they care
And for that I run everyday to get my fair share
As soon there will be a day..
That will have no bus to stare..
Just endless layer of mixed emotions..
Right then The bus arrived and her smile.. appeared through open doors..
Jumped out at me to catch her..
Started talking as I thought ohh boy
How will one not miss these days once they are over..
Like my mom does..
And soon I will.

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