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Perfected Imperfections




In quest of peace our mind wanders 

But peace is nowhere in future

Never ever lived in past

Past is utopia, a plaything of memory


Future is an image, a caricature of imagination


From thousands of years life is finding and losing itself 


Manifesting and blossoming


Take it as a form, it is always becoming


Take it as the essence, it has remained eternal


Desire to win is aspired by a loser


Fear to lose is thought by a winner


Those who find defeat in every victory and triumph in every loss is sovereign


Perfection is a malady, a desire of logician 


It lives in thought and dies in disappointment 


Mountains are not spherical


Clouds are not triangle


Trees are not symmetrical


Yet nature accomplishes the harmony in imperfections


Teach without words


Play without expectation


Love without consideration


Live without ambition


Life is not thought


It is lived. 

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