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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Her Morning Kiss

Every morning;

She smiles at me, embraces me,

And pours her love.

I feel her kiss, the wetness of her lips,

She holds me close,

She holds me tight

Leaving her mark on me.

I hear her all day, sitting alongside;

Confessing her love;

For coffee, books and travel,

For friends, wine and chocolates,

And…her love for him

That twinkle in her eyes,

That vivacious smile 

Even at the trifling thought of him,

Says it all.

A little heartache tweaks;

Deep within me,

Leaves me pondering

Does she love me or does she not?

Aha! How can she not?

When;

I am the one she starts her day with.

Encircled with stress,

I am the one she would always miss

I am… Her morning kiss.

I am... Her coffee mug.

My Coffee Mug

Linking with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Inanimate & The Non-Human

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Whimsical Wishes

To dart towards you,

At every call of your’s

To embrace your might,

To permeate your presence in my every breath,

To freeze with you,

To awash like the melting glacier,
Learn from your caverns;
To climb above emotions
To take betrayal as a lesson;
Coz, equally treacherous are your ridges

To stand colossal;

And resilient, with each dying season,

Yet remain humble and grounded

To tell tales of antiquity;

And of the glories galore,

To bathe in the misty clouds;

Like you do

To stare at the sun, straight into his eyes,

To talk to the stars;

And glare at the stunning moon
To live;

And, to die in your laps

Oh Beloved Mountain.

Clicked during one of my many treks- The Peak in the picture is Kalawantin Fort

Linking with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Mountain  

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