Kavyanjali

Look at me, And see my imperfections; My flaws; And my quirky dispositions. 'Cause that's  all you'd see And that's what you think that makes me. Yes, I am an imperfect being freckling with flaws; Over years I have gathered moss And turned to a firm stone, hard to toss. But when I see people's eyes, I realize I would never suffice. But when you  look, look deeper, See the person behind my imperfections; A soul, breaking down the inhibitions; A feeble mind, begging for patience. But ain't I just a black dot on a plain sheet? The worldly expectations, I could never meet.

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I wish people were blinded only by the glaring sun and not by the darkness lurking within; deafened by the throbbing noises and not by the wails of clinging desires. The world would have been a better place where all could find a bit of solace. If only people could open their minds than opening their naked eyes and see the whims of reality; If they could tune their ears to the silent sobs and not just to a jumble of words. the world would really be a better place where peace would be easy to trace.

Are we the darkness shrouding the entire world? dragging it on with a harness; violently thrashed and hurled. What we claim to have created has been tilted and tossed, our priorities still unsorted, deadly lines we have crossed. Now we are too broke to undo the menace we have unclasped; No roads to salvation with the curses we have grasped. And we weep for ourselves  and worry for what time beholds. It's time to tidy up our shelves  and see how the next chapter unfolds.

My chest heaves with heaviness that's when I crave darkness  to dig deeper into a hole; into emptiness to free fall. If I could smudge with colourlessness and fade into nothingness pour down with the rain, even downwards through the drain. Into pieces shreds my happiness and I tread the hills of hopelessness. When it all hinders my life's pace, the world ceases to be a happy place.