Imperfect

I looked my best
in my light pink blouse
Matched with tight black trousers
The eight inch pointed heel
gave a new look to my petite body

As I walked down the streets,
I saw glances of few strange people
Their faint whispers made me feel insecure
The devil in me appeared from no where
Avenging me for ignoring it previously

The confidence that I had before
Slipped in thin air
I was no more that girl
I wanted to be

Everything about me
was false impersonation
that I had created
In this ocean called society,
misfits like me have no life

Love and affection
 is long begone
Acceptance and forgiveness
are the words of past

Imperfection is looked down upon
Everyone wants to be
carbon copy of everyone else
Perfection in all things you do
is the key to success

What would be a world
without anyone soughting out artificiality?
How would it be if there was a rule
of originality ?
But that's just a wishful thinking

Until world drools over the perfectionism,
Imperfection and misfits like us
have to adjust being perfect.

The right one

I walk on smooth white sand
making footprints of short span
as the ripples of sea water
wash them gracefully

Thoughts scavenge my head
like the brutual vultures
feeding on the dead
I try to brush them off
but they are glued to mind
like the ticks on the fur of the dog

As I try not devulge on to them,
I find myself being drawn constantly
to thoughts about the one
I have never met

What would he be like?
Would he be able to break
the wall I had created
between me and the whole world?

Will his eyes be filled with
love and affection for me?
What would it be like
to be center of his attention
when every other girl is trying
to grab his attention?

Love is blind , they say!
Will he make me blind
by his charms or
Will he be charmed by the
way I am ?

I love to fly in open sky
with colours of freedom
under my sleeve
Will he restrict me
to boundaries of his life?

Will his presence heal
my wounded heart ?
Will he be the seventh one
to wreck my heart?

My heart and soul
has been soiled
by pain and betrayal of
the bad world.
Will he be able to make me
believe that good still exist?

I have lost the hope
of my Cinderella man
coming at the doorstep
of my house
Will he instill that hope?

Solititude would be my companion
until I find the right one