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)

Paper Planes

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.