Through morning
to night
as chunks and
flakes of existence,
giving and
taking;
water, food,
routines, errands;
surprises, run
across (es);
resting,
running, fighting and enjoying ennui,
and riding on
muses, I asked,
where do we find
perfection in the whole world?
Mind toggles
between high ends and basics.
Expectantly, I
watched the world.
To a hungry
stomach, the tongue connects spices, flavors;
a thirsty mouth
gulps cool, plain water;
tensed bowels
emptying after long waits;
passionate love
entwining flesh…
raw very raw
list came first
with no
pretensions; is it shameless?
Like acrobats, the
world continued with the concert;
the show must go
on, so am I.
But my mind still
toggled,
searching perfection
in long lists;
dangled between
feelings of abstract ideas
and solid
benefits; is perfection solid or is it abstract?
Promenaded
through many things, ideas, personas
and at the end,
like the last flames of a candle
with wax spilled
all over,
perfection still dangling above,
exhausted, my
eyes slipped away from reality.
The last of the
last night, I remember,
was a dream of
tired limbs blanketed in a soft quilt.
Such a cool reflection upon the search for perfection in this world :D
ReplyDeletePowerful write :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
a perfect list...
ReplyDeleteI'm amazed at the quest for perfection here. applaud!
ReplyDeleteThis is just perfect!
ReplyDeleteI esp. love the last seven lines. Beautiful read.
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you expressed your idea of perfection. A great read :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yes we can still dream
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year
Much love...
A journey to find perfection..It is hard ground with pitfalls. Such a creative way of expressing the search "riding on muses" I love that.
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