Saturday, November 26, 2016

your feet

I love your feet
only because they walked 
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters, 
until they found me. 

(Excerpt from the poem Your Feet by Pablo Neruda)

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

I am not a perfectionist

I am not a perfectionist

When I fold towels, I always match the corners
When I do my bed in the morning I make sure the sheets are flat without any bump
When I cut vegetables, I cut them all in same size
Sometimes I cut paneer in triangles
I don't cut fruits.
I eat them just like that.

I am not a perfectionist
I fail…

I fail with love
I fail…
to understand
to bridge the gap
to take the first step
to rekindle the spark
to love again.

And the worst of all is
when I fail
terribly
to be
myself.

Sometimes it is alright to fail. Not everything works every time, isn't it?
It is alright to break free at times
to go on a blind date and kiss in the middle of the road.
to raise your hand and say – Yes, I am in love again!

It is okay to hold back 
It is okay to keep thoughts confined

Listen, stop!
Stop aligning the stars.
How much more should I break myself trying to piece together what is broken?
It is alright to give up.

Yes, it is absolutely alright
not to be a perfectionist
and fail.