Sunday, November 6, 2011

Less than Perfect ....

Why is it that I don't feel so beautiful ?
The imperfections of the world when I realise ,
I know I am not living in a beautiful world...
A world which is nowhere near my expectations...
Of beauty and happiness...
A world which I grew up , believing to be...
The Visage of a poet's Vision...
For the heart that rests inside thyself...
Is veritably the heart of a poet...
With stars in her eyes...
And feet in the clouds..
Trying everyday to make sense through
The haze that is the conundrum of the world....
And I realize ,
The world is what it is...
It will not change for you or me...
Nobody knows why God embroidered senseless pain and hurt in the fabric of life.....
And I often find myself thinking so....
Maybe , it's just the Tapestry of  Time....
Which is incomplete without its night....
And the day that follows after....
For , The world remains what it is...
It will not change for you or me...


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