Flawed, will be the inevitable verdict

if I am held before my own heart’s stringent council,

always falling short of satisfying all criteria’s 

when measured with the golden scales of perfection,

as I keep moulding excuses to suit my conveniences

to withdraw halfway from all my passionate quests.


How often have I let the fear of failures

become unmovable hurdles in my pursuit of dreams,

content in letting someone else sketch out my future paths

not being bold enough to take the daunting first step,

as I deliberately voice out my thoughts  and concerns feebly

so that they would dissolve in the surrounding din.


How often have I resolutely turned a blind eye

to the wonderful rainbow of opportunities,

that adorned with splendor the turquoise skies

and beckoned me from beyond my glass windows,

as I hastily lowered the blinds and engaged in

mundane chores which gave routine’s comfort.


Despite my flaws I will hold close my virtues

and adhere to values and principles imbibed at childhood,

to brighten up some facets of my ordinary existence

as I accept all my imperfections with grace,

with the hope that my virtues would weigh a fraction heavier

than my flaws when compared on a humane scale.

© Anjana Vipin E

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I am a postgraduate in the field of biotechnology. I always had a profound appreciation for all forms of creative writing and I have been writing poetry in writers network for two years. At present, I am residing in Rutherford, New Jersey. Thank you so much for visiting my page and I would be delighted to have your valuable feedback.

9 thoughts on “Flawed

  • February 13, 2018 at 5:21 PM

    Nicely penned Anjana, and yes we are all imperfect, yet we may learn and better ourselves. Fear is our enemy, for without it we may aspire to any height, work toward and goal and uplift ourselves. Great work dear friend.

    • February 13, 2018 at 6:40 PM

      Thank you dear Tony for your kind words..I so appreciate your support and friendship..

  • February 14, 2018 at 5:52 AM

    Defining us all, as we are flawed, showing true intimacies with ourselves, as they rout us out and continue in that continual cycle…to create the ones which we are. Very intimate in such ways which often make the strongest shy away from who we really are. Excellently portrayed, dear friend!

    • February 14, 2018 at 10:59 AM

      Thank you dear friend Donald..I am delighted to know that this found favor in your eyes and I truly appreciate your lovely comment and encouraging words..

  • February 14, 2018 at 9:17 AM

    I think we all hope that in the end. Imperfections many times are what define us and make us beautiful. So many times the easy, mundane way is the course, but sometimes that defines us as well we are all perfectly imperfect and like you said in the end we all hope that our virtues would count or define more than our flaws. Nice piece my friend. Excellent job.

    • February 14, 2018 at 11:00 AM

      Always a joy to have your words on my page dear friend Paul..thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and also for your kind words of encouragement..I so appreciate them..

  • February 23, 2018 at 12:29 AM

    my sweet Anjana, knowing You by now, and the shy person You told me You were, this reflects so many of Your inner, many sentences haunted me as I felt You pouring Your self into them, felt You written them with wistfulness acceptance, Your last two verses were perfectly brilliant, I always like how You end Your poems, because You always end them so wonderfully brilliantly.

    Hugs my dear to You and Your little Angel, missing You*

  • May 10, 2018 at 7:35 PM

    A great poem, life is happier when we accept our flaws and embrace our true selves.

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