Roll to reach

Things roll to reach…
I wonder..
If there is something...

Doesn’t start
Don’t need to start
Or to reach...

Just to be as it is
As if perfection…

Is there anything like perfection?
Or there are just mirrors...
Of imperfections...

Trying hard to call
Themselves perfect
And they seem perfect too
At times…

But they all roll
To reach… or achieve
Their own Imperfections…

May be this is the way… to life…

tantalising afresh

I had forgotten you
Well almost…
And you came afresh

To tantalize…
All that was hidden
Not to be known
Covered by layers

And to remind
That you are mine

The in between

the in between stands,

to be found one day...

By one... or some other.

one from the extream...

but to cover...

the guilt of in between.

He who seeks him...

only to find himself.

cause he who covers.

only knows... all covered.

the good... the bad... and in betweens...