Again.

We say it. 

Its so profane
Is it a feeling?
Or just an exclaim
It's no more pure
It's an lure
we are just wordless bore
We can't figure if it's real
We can't fight it either
We mean it
A strong compassion
Or just without passion
We mean or not
We say it to feel
Or just to reveal
Do we even trust
Or we are rusting machines
Hiding from the truth
Covered in  our insecurities
And I did it in vain
I LOVE YOU
I said it Again

Brain war.

It's always the war within the brains
But
The heart is always at blame
It's your brain who want to be crazy
It's your brain that stops you from doing so
The brain wants to fall in love without caring about the world
The brain is the one who is scared to let its guard down
But we blame the heart to be mad to fall in love
and appreciate the brain to think the best for you
It's an illusion of the brain which makes us believe that the heart is to blame
But the it is the brain playing its game
The heart doesn't make decisions
It is a mere slave of our brains
It's always the brain which is at war with itself and we still blame our fool heart

Will she or she will

Will she be always alone
Or she will find a hand to hold
Will she have someone to wake up to
Will she be considered the world by someone
Will she be somebody's sun
Would she get a good night kiss from someone for rest of her life
Or will she be a old dog lady till she dies
Will she be thrown off her feet when someone hugs her
Will she cook the favourites of someone just to see that person smile
Or will she walk alone on the path of life
Will she have someone to fight with
Will she have someone to say sorry to
Will she have someone for whom she would fight the entire world
Or she would end up in this world all alone.
Will she find her love of life
Or will she be too alone till the end of her time

I am not perfect

I am not perfect
I am made of flaws
Maybe more than you thought
I have freckles and a cheeky laugh
Stitched together with an imperfect graph
I am a misfit
I may have a high pitched voice
But I voice what's right
that hurts you the,problem is yours not mine.

I am not perfect
I exaggerate
I am sarcastic
I don't hide my face when I laugh
My boldness blinds you.
My behaviour annoys you.
But I am well accepted among the people of my type
I say thank you and please
But I just don't over sugar coat things
I paint, I read, I write, I curse,I breathe.
I live my share of joy and my melancholy.
I fall, I rise, I mess up, I thrive
I am not afraid to admit I am a misfit.

I don't cover up, I don't conceal
Some may think I am blunt, some may think it's an incognito for my insecurities
But I am just me.

Stop pondering over the thought of me,
Just take a moment to check yourself out
You might be living in the house next to me.

-Kirti Lunia