Mistakes are mine to make,
Not yours to decide.
No matter how acrid they are,
Not yours to decide.
No matter how acrid they are,
They bruise my soul,
Bleed my love,
Mutilate my zeal,
And shatter my dreams.
They cut me, crush me and damage me.
They push me into the valleys of blue,
That are deep and boundless, vast and far.
Bleed my love,
Mutilate my zeal,
And shatter my dreams.
They cut me, crush me and damage me.
They push me into the valleys of blue,
That are deep and boundless, vast and far.
They scar me to remind me of my follies,
Leech me to gift valor,
Torment me to accord grit,
Ruin me to make a phoenix.
Still, I love them,
Adore them,
And lust after them.
For they make me live,
Make me breathe,
Make me bold,
Make me stand,
Make me who I am.
Leech me to gift valor,
Torment me to accord grit,
Ruin me to make a phoenix.
Still, I love them,
Adore them,
And lust after them.
For they make me live,
Make me breathe,
Make me bold,
Make me stand,
Make me who I am.
I exist, I live and I prevail for mistakes,
Because they are mine to make,
Mine to savor.
Because they are mine to make,
Mine to savor.
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Wow Pankti!! Poetic and beautiful!! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sfurti. But not as good as your "I Ran". :)
DeleteLovely Lines..and here is what I have to say--"The only man who never makes a mistake is the man who never does anything."
ReplyDeleteTrue Harsha. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteGreat poem Pankti. Totally agree with your thought here. No matter how much you are hurt by that one mistake, you will always emerge out stronger and more knowledgeable because of that one mistake. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Shri. Yeah, I totally believe that your mistakes are an integral part of you :)
Deletehii Pankti
ReplyDeletenice one..perfection is boring, folly keeps u kicking and alive and that's what is needed!
Thanks AS. Thankfully I am not boring given the saga of my mistakes. :P
DeleteLovely poem Pankti, my advise to you is go on making mistakes and care about none. For a Soul becomes pure only after passing many journeys of mistakes and errors
ReplyDeleteThanks VP. Anyway, I am prone to mistakes :P
DeleteLoved the poem.. :) especially these
ReplyDelete"Because they are mine to make,
Mine to savor."
Very well written..
Thanks Arpitha. :)
DeleteLust after our mistakes is certainly a new thing for me to contemplate on... You should write more poems... you can actually :)
ReplyDeleteThanks AS :)
DeleteWah! I have three friends on Indiblogger and all are poets. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Madhu. But as you might have noticed, I rarely write poems. :)
DeleteBeautiful Pankti! And what a thoughtful and apt name you have. Making mistakes and learning from them is a right of every human. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Swapna. :)
DeleteVery well said, indeed! How does one learn and grow otherwise?!
ReplyDeleteYeah. I need to commit mistakes to learn. Thanks for dropping by :)
DeleteThats like a crisp and clear tone which is uplifting :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Afshan. :)
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