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Thursday, May 8, 2014


“They said am flawed, I was tempted to say how about having a look at yourself. But how insanely stupid it would be to show a mirror to a person who doesn’t recognises his own reflection rather complains that the mirror is not clean. I do have flaws, but who doesn’t? I am irrevocably in love with my flaws and scars –they are abysmally mine.”

Some are angels some are demons;
guess angels possess flaws too,
and like everyone else in this world;
why couldn’t I possess few.

A heart broke and no one heard;
but they complain for all I broke,
how uneven to have no count;
of the promises that faded like smoke.

Guess that’s the accepted law;
they magnify it when you are flawed,
though I accept it with dignity;
for I believe, so is the God.

They forget the favors that are due;
they pretend they’ve got no clue,
I witnessed some dreams come true;
I believe world’s not that bad though.

Let your fears scream loud;
hear ‘em echo all around,
forget your scars, attempt to fly;
lift your feet off the ground.

‘cause guess that’s the accepted law;
you can’t be perfect unless you’re flawed,
reveal your scars, let it heal;
for I believe, so is the God.

“Being flawed is original, remember –this world dies for original”.

~Shreya ♥

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