An endless search for perfection
The dream chase,
An urge to have that pretty face.
Of someone we do not seem to find
Or something of our own kind
That is eventually going to satiate
Unsure of its worth, yet we contemplate
In every lyrically meaningful song, on every silent night
From taking life decisions under the shower to losing the foresight
On every occasion dressed beautifully, silently expecting authentication
On every cold windy night, humming with anticipation
Maybe a few more years to comprehend
Maybe a few more years of chasing before I feel content
Of having found it, or least the percipience
But somehow we all brace,
The driving passion in the long run race.

The urge to chase perfection in the race,
ReplyDeleteOften lands us to see imperfections in our phase...
Then why to chase,
why to gaze,
When it's just a melodrama of the maze .
Well versed Shreyashi .
Awesome.... After long ��
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