I May Not Be Flawless; Love Me Still

I may not be flawless; but who is?

Like me still

I make blunders; but who doesn’t?

Let it off still

Many a times, I go wrong; 

but not everyone is right all the time,

Correct me still

I may follow a wrong trail; but digressed are all,

Walk with me still

There would come days, 

when I would want withdrawal,

Sit beside me still

I may be enraged and stop talking for a while;

Call me still

My mood swings go crazy and I may ask you to leave;

Stay with me still

I might not laugh at all your jokes;

Humor me still

Sometimes; 

I may not stop crying and appear outlandish,

Kiss me still

One day; while I may want to give up and quit,

Hold my hand,

Stop me,

Make me stay back,

And love me still.

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Concoctions - The Best State Of Existence

I crave for company when alone. When surrounded with people, I long for solitude. When there’s no one to talk to, I wish I could pour my heart out. When I have audience, I prefer not sharing my agonies and ecstasies. 

I desire to be loved, selflessly and unconditionally. I dread love, when I am approached. When I am blamed, I am aware of my imperfections. But deep within, I believe in my goodness. When I am ignored, I seek attention. I panic, when I am to monopolize people’s attention. 

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 When content, I wish I could break free. When glum, I stay confined to melancholia. I yearn to travel alone. However, wish to tag buddies along every now and again. When someone expects a lot from me, I feel inept. When no one cares, I confidently strut my adeptness. 

When one treats me with disfavor, I question if I am despicable. But always feel grandee when affairs are the other way around. I am easy to handle, when I am panic-stricken. I am the most difficult to deal with, in my placidity. 

I am on high with each episode of dejection. The graph of my mood swings shoots up each time I near the crater. I pine for my absence in the hearts I wish to stay forever. I grieve my presence in the hearts of whom I would die for.

I am poles apart within my own magnetic field.

I am attracted, yet repulse away. I am loved but feel unloved sporadically. I am nervous and calm at the same time. I am ignored, yet feel well attended. I feel worthy one minute and unworthy as the clock ticks away. I am beautiful, yet feel plain as the pendulum sways. I feel, yet I am unfeigned. I am dark, however, reflect my light concurrently.

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 I am the concoction. I am the cocktail, the treacherous one. Lethal for my own existence. However, I am unique, for I have the prowess to suppress the ogre.

“Opposites Attract”

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