Did you know ?
How imperfect I am !

Well I guess you didn’t
And maybe the imperfect me
Was never so perfect for you .

when I thought it’s the way I show love   
through me cheekiness and resentment
You already had given your judgements on me
When I thought saying sorry is  part of the process
You already had given up on me .

Why am I so imperfect !
Well the way I feel things is through my imperfections
While I thought you might love
the unfit behavior of mine
and might try to see beyond it

I forgot , nobody loves a
Troubled mind and closed heart
Why would someone take an effort
to feel the pain with me and getting hurt for me

Why would someone go though the process
That I felt and lived !
it’s just the simple rule of life is to let go
then why would someone hold on to me

Yet here I stand with these box full of my imperfections
Holding close to my heart and wishing
That someone will help me take off the burden
And give me a judgement on my feelings not on my actions

Anindita Rath