Imperfect

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On most days,
Real and perfect seem to me as opposite sides of a coin.

Baby, I try to give you all of me.
Blood and sweat.
Roses and sunny days…
But sometimes,
My scars get the better of me than the constant desire to be perfect.

Today that I have hurt you,
I want you to know some snippets of my sadness.

It is hard for me to forget people.
They are not things.
They have hearts.
And sometimes when they leave me like things.
I doubt what I feel about people.
I try to convince myself that it may be my fault…
I close my eyes sometimes.
And sometimes I look in mirrors to find that loophole
which made me just like something loaded by mistake in their life.
Either way,
It is hard to let go of them.

But it is even harder to forget the girl who is always there for me.

My love,
Sometimes I have days without light.
I don’t know when the sun comes out.
I don’t know what to feel on those days.

But since you have been here now,
I don’t mind the darkness. 

It may make some days to pass by like calendar dates
but I will never ask you to fit in, in this world of mine.
I won’t ask you to complete me.
I know two unfit pieces don’t make a puzzle.
But as long as we are in the same puzzle box…
I am okay with it.
But baby,
.
.
.
.
Are you okay with it?

Tonight, the haze is draping around my neck
and it is getting tighter with each question.

I accept you for every thing that you are.
And i accept you in worlds where we don’t belong.

But
Do you accept me for who I am?
Do you accept me
when I am

Imperfect?

 

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The Incredible and inexpressive her

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No life has ever been the perfect piece for a puzzle…

Sometimes,
It has darkness sitting in light
Sometimes it brims out the nothingness! 

But I feel gifted when I see her…
She who holds the people who stumble!
She who sits down to knees beside them…
to hear the sorrows and sometimes… yeah – lame stories 😛
The way she can see if someone is dying inside with the creamy layer of happiness… to show the world that they are rock solid!

I have forever been rambling in the search of love in the far most places…
Not realizing that love lingers at the distance of my arms!
Sometimes, she is a burning star who passes light to the helpless
She has love in her blood! and universe in her pockets

There seems no fear in writing out your soul in front of her 
She is impressive in the way she binds the pieces of life and make it again a masterpiece!

She who stands by them.. when people think they’ll fall
Let me express to the incredible and inexpressive,
That…

I love you… 🙂

I am just a leaf…

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Dancing in the breeze,
Stuck to a tree,
Hello I am a leaf,
I am making the food, hence, in a hurry!

And there I see
A couple holding hands…
I have a magical ability to read the souls
And here the story expands!

But Oh! They seem to be upset…
One of the forlorn souls I have ever seen!
I peep into the soul and see a brown life!
That used to be once – so well and green…

Interrupts my attention,
A needle knitting with so grace,
A beautiful red sweater,
In arms of a wrinkled face…

With a stoop in her back,
And a stick lying beside,
Silver hair covering the head,
I see how to humans – the old age arrive

So rigorous and vigorously,
She knits the sweater
Wishing to gift her granddaughter a present,
To the completion, she get better and better

Photosynthesizing
Draws me to them, the same couple that started to cuddle! 😦
The red sweater reminded them of their daughter,
Who was grabbed by cancer and her life became a puzzle…

And soon the love of their life,
Their daughter expired the last week,
And hugging, they wiped out each other’s tears,
And both thought that they don’t have to make each other weak…

The pain in those restless eyes…
Has made me too sob today!

But this is life, It makes me cry
When the same breeze I dance in, in the form of storm,
take the precious lives!!!
And my fellows die…

I wish they could see that I too am crying with them…
I wish they could see that I feel the same,

But they will not see my tears…
All they can see is some dew!
And that too observe some interested eyes…
Because I matter only to a few!!!

They can’t notice the same agony in me,
And so I say in grief…
I am just a leaf,
I am just a leaf…

( written as extempore)
-Sanky.