“Maybe not”, it’s difficult sometimes to define what you are, or what aren’t you? We all are designed very differently. If we get a chance to compare ourselves with others, we will not wait for a single second. But we always need to remember somehow we all have something different and better than others. Maybe that “Maybe not” is not our weakness, is the only way to know ourselves profoundly.
Maybe not like others I drive the things,
But the things I do, sometimes that drives everyone,
That’s I am, I create and follow the path in my way,
Because I know, I can’t satisfy everyone with the ideas,
People will always have objection; I just prefer to listen whatever they say,
Maybe I don’t parameterize the relations like others,
But the relations I keep, I keep them forever,
And I don’t accede to the fact that relations are our need,
I believe in nurturing the relations, and I detest being nurtured by them indeed,
Maybe I prefer to rationalize everything so often,
That’s not wrong; we need to be rational to survive,
But this is the way I prefer to live, not knocking down but trying to hold everything,
I believe that is the only way to get a feeling of being alive,
Maybe I am cynical sometimes for the few things,
But who made me like this, that’s you,
Then why several voices have raised on me,
I do the things whatever I have learnt from you,
So what’s wrong, I believe, and I do,
Maybe not like others I do the things perfectly,
Does the perfection really exist? I don’t trust,
If there is perfection, then everything should be in harmony,
But I can’t see, I can see the bitterness, self-admiration and their lust,
In that case, my imperfection makes me better than others,
Because I am not hiding neither chasing anything, just trying to end in a better way,
That’s my imperfection, my thoughts to have a perfect day,
Maybe not like others I have a beautiful heart,
But my heart is always open to everyone, does it sound different?
My heart cries when someone is in pain and feel happy in others smile,
Then how could someone define the beauty?
It seemed weird and germinated by a juvenile,
Beauty is defined by our thoughts, and I know what is true,
I believe in my way, that’s the way I follow the things, not like you.
Maybe not like others I drive the things,
But the things I do, sometimes that drives everyone,
That’s I am, I create and follow the path in my way,
Because I know, I can’t satisfy everyone with the ideas,
People will always have objection; I just prefer to listen whatever they say,
Maybe I don’t parameterize the relations like others,
But the relations I keep, I keep them forever,
And I don’t accede to the fact that relations are our need,
I believe in nurturing the relations, and I detest being nurtured by them indeed,
Maybe I prefer to rationalize everything so often,
That’s not wrong; we need to be rational to survive,
But this is the way I prefer to live, not knocking down but trying to hold everything,
I believe that is the only way to get a feeling of being alive,
Maybe I am cynical sometimes for the few things,
But who made me like this, that’s you,
Then why several voices have raised on me,
I do the things whatever I have learnt from you,
So what’s wrong, I believe, and I do,
Maybe not like others I do the things perfectly,
Does the perfection really exist? I don’t trust,
If there is perfection, then everything should be in harmony,
But I can’t see, I can see the bitterness, self-admiration and their lust,
In that case, my imperfection makes me better than others,
Because I am not hiding neither chasing anything, just trying to end in a better way,
That’s my imperfection, my thoughts to have a perfect day,
Maybe not like others I have a beautiful heart,
But my heart is always open to everyone, does it sound different?
My heart cries when someone is in pain and feel happy in others smile,
Then how could someone define the beauty?
It seemed weird and germinated by a juvenile,
Beauty is defined by our thoughts, and I know what is true,
I believe in my way, that’s the way I follow the things, not like you.
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