Perfection is overrated
Late in the eve , I passed by the gallery in my town.
The old yet vintage interior never fails to catch my eyes.
Stepping inside the wind chime made a pleasant melody.
The smell of wooden racks feels warm and earthy.
I came across two white marble made hearts leaning over a stand.
The marbles were granular and lustrous enough which made my irises sparkle up.
One was pristine , perfect and pure.
Like the innocent kids heart which was polished placidly.
But it lacked something which I couldn't guess.
"It's perfect yet imperfect ! What's missing?" I whispered to myself.
"Perfection is always overrated! Nothing seems better without few breaks and falls." She sighed.
My pupils weren't ready to look away from her. She was seeming perfect to me like a goddess.
"Indeed !" I forced from my lips.
"This one's broken and glued back with gold lacquer. There are lines which traces breakage and healing." She paused, she had a serene look.
"Healing?" I questioned.
"Anything that breaks , needs to be healed! Sometimes a thing and sometimes..... the heart." She answered.
"Hmmm, I agree! At times imperfections seem to attract you whereas perfection seems to be a bit boring." I stated.
"Indeed , what's a beautiful garden full of blooming roses , lavenders and mulberry leaves without few withered flowers and dry autumn leaves." She smiled and walked away.
I couldn't help but just stare at her.
Indeed she was imperfect yet perfect as all this time she wrote her replies in a notepad and presented it to me. She couldn't talk yet we had a conversation.
//And honey , I would love to fall for you accepting all your imperfections. I would relish the blemishes.Because if moon scars can be poetry why can't your flaws be an art.//