Imperfectly Perfect...(Let's Move On!)

Two dark silhouettes, against the sky's crimson curtain, wide,

Or that divine, barefoot walk on the silver sands, by the sea-side.

All those movies, fake and hyped; you do wonder why they lied.

Life's not a blissful coaster ride; you know truths that silver-screens hide.

The fairy-tale, alpha life, where every crisis resolves itself,

Or those tinge of joy and cheer on every face, like an X'mas elf.

Those days are yet to dawn...With a silent prayer, let's move on...

That gentle touch on a tear-filled eye...

Or that concerned shoulder to crutch and cry...

The first kiss, in those stormy rains...

Or that innocent hug, in those backyard lanes...

Those days are yet to dawn...With a silent prayer, let's move on...

Those mindless, mid-day chats, atop the church hillock...

Laughing faces around the makeshift table of a random rock...

That photo album, with every dear, jackass friend...

Or that well-dreamt scene of a 'Happily-ever-after' end...

Those days are yet to dawn...With a silent prayer, let's move on...

How we forget life's indulgences, amongst its dull realism,

Even the monotonous white splits into colors, on the face of the  prism,

For perfection never does meet pragmatism....

For when the tiny feel-good nuances we neglect...

We forget God has made all souls imperfectly perfect...