By Karthika Rajan
I feel a little old today
A little more imperfect
I'm no longer the girl with secret diaries or flower crowns
Rather I’m unpaid bills and pyjamas
Buttons undone and to-do lists
A piece of art that makes people uncomfortable
In a world, that states you've missed time with age
I would like to believe that a second and third chance exist
Just like seasons do
I would like to believe that what I'm today may not be what I might be tomorrow.
I want to learn and grow and grow and learn
I would like to believe that my love for dance today can turn into a fatigue tomorrow
And tragedies I thought shall happen only to others
Shall make their mark in my own soft skin
I would like to believe I stand a chance for a smile from the opposite shore
With someone I kissed once
And glee at the fact
Though we burnt bridges
We survived, each other's knives
I would like to believe there shall still be bigger flops and achier heartaches
To let go of grudges
And save the space for the love I have within.
For it is in, fixing something broken, that you learn what it was made of
For it is in this, life shall not spare us from the suffering that rears wisdom
But spare us the wisdom itself
When the sufferings leaves
And if it doesn't save none
I would like to write and talk about
How it would have been a little bit better
If I had dared to be a little more imperfect.
By Karthika Rajan
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