The girl next door (#28)

” only those love stories that never made it to the end, made it to history.”
                                       -Samridhi Dutta
Mediocrity and Perfection

It’s a love story,
Of Perfection and Mediocrity.
When Mediocrity fell for Perfection ,
Began a story which needed so much correction.
She fell for him,
Knowing she’d never be a match for him.
After all Perfection had his own standards,
While all that Mediocrity could ever be was mediocre.
She never told ,
She hoped someday he’ll see.
But in the end he’s Perfection,
She’s Mediocrity.
She knew he’d never fall for someone like she was,
Still she hoped one day he’ll see her love , and accept it despite her flaws.
But then one day
Perfection met Excellence
The similarities among them,
Made a strong connection.
Excellence was everything he imagined,
He was in love at an instant.
They’d make a perfect match,
But where’s Mediocrity ?
Well that’s the catch
While Mediocrity was busy thinking of ways,
To make perfection smile keep him happy always.
She did everything she should,
To be the best she could.
But seems that wasn’t enough,
Because she forgot who she was; Mediocrity she spelled, even her “best” was mediocre by default.
Then one day she was told about Excellence by Perfection,
She could see in his eyes towards Excellence his love and affection.
That’s all that she needed to see,
Before She decided to leave.
Mediocrity cried a lot before she took her call,
All She ever wanted was him to be happy after all.
She paved a way,
For Excellence to find in his life her place.
Perfection and Excellence,
Were so much in love.
Later in time they lost balance ,
Each came with high expectations.
It’s only then Perfection realised,
He couldn’t get Mediocrity off his mind.
All he ever compelled Excellence ,
Be like what Mediocrity was.
His idea of Perfection was Mediocrity,
Even with Excellence he wasn’t really happy.
He could only realise he loved Mediocrity,
When she finally took a leave.
The love story never happened because while there was still time –
His eyes couldn’t see,
And Her lips couldn’t speak.
– © Samridhi Dutta



I am a person with the most self contradicting personality -shy till I don't know you.quiet till you are a stranger.impulsive.dreamer. I don't talk much to express myself I would rather write,draw ,paint or sketch . Mammas girl( and proud of that). there's not anything thing fancy about me.

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