Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Imperfectness of the perfection

I’ve never seen a clear moon

Free from all blemishes

But it with its imperfectness just makes it all the more real

Makes me realize that no matter how beautiful you maybe

You still do have a flaw.

I might be blinded by your splendor

The sheer presence of yours is enough to sweep me off my feet

I may never be as good as you are

But I appease this heart of mine

You aren’t perfect.

Nobody is.

Slowly I ponder upon things which I didn’t say

But would you care to listen?

Would you have time to patiently wait?

To listen to the diminutive elements

That makes my heart skip a beat.

1 comment:

Anushka said...

Last 5 lines pack a punch. Just re-write the 3rd, it's a little grammatically awkward.

It with it's imperfectness is all the more real.
OR
It's imperfectness just makes it all the more real.

Either of these 2 would be more correct :)