Perfection

I measure life with achievements,

I sound materialistic at best.

Shallow talks don't define me,

so I let my actions do the rest.

                                                I wait till the time is ripe, work is right;

                                                Until then I don't fall for the bait.

                                                Once begun, I move to each step with zeal,

                                                I try to avoid any mistake.

For me, it's been like "connect the dots";

For dots is all I see.

I find my own path, till my endurance lasts,

Leave no stone un-turned, that is me.

                                                But this endless addiction for perfection,

                                                must end at only work.

                                                For this search of perfection and 

                                                dissatisfaction,

                                                leave no room to enjoy a daily mirth.      

Because then you find mistakes always,

Every error looks magnified.

eventually, unhappy with yourself,

Self doubt, alas! fortifies.

                                                So stop measuring your person;

                                                In terms of silver and gold.

                                                Try to tolerate the differences and  

                                                imperfections,

                                                As long as you are getting old.

Perfection is a noble quest,

It defines the best of mankind.

A passion that works, only at work;

But to yourself, please, only be kind!             

Reflection

This mirror is not good,
My face is so asymmetric in it.
Every time I peer or look,
I stand back in disgust to see it.

                                                 Don't think that I am physically ugly,
                                                It's the mirror of the mind I speak of;
                                                The darkness seeps through the holes,
                                                That I am so full of.


Maybe I am just biased,
Or maybe I am just bored.
The mirror  may be called a liar,
But the mind is never so bold.
                                                
                                                 Legend speaks of a certain Narcissus.
                                                 who loved his reflection in the lake,
                                                He saw what he wanted to see,
                                                Ever deep in slumber afraid to be awake.


Am I an anti-Narcissus?
failing to see what is real?
That I failed to love myself, and
left rotting to never heal.


                                               But did I take a good look at myself?
                                               My heart says maybe I should.
                                               Perhaps I am too harsh at times,
                                               Let me cast aside this hood.


I decided to peer once again.
Mustering all the courage i had,
Looking at the reflection with deeper perception,
I actually didn't look so bad!

I believe the best way to express the deep most emotions would be in writing them down.

Word by word, line by line.

I feel that poetry is the finest way to do so, cause the words in a poem convey more profound messages with very less effort. 

Creativity is impromptu, never something which could be demanded at the required moment from the forge of the mind. One must wait till the divine intuitions play out the message of your soul in words, pictures, expressions and all.

Here, in this blog, I try my best to capture those impromptu moments, probably you will learn a lot about me through my poems, but maybe even about yourselves too.