I used to be a pink person… still love the hues of pink when sky becomes a canvas and sun sets in a blink. Now I like a bit of blue … the waves entice me more The salty breeze…the sand on feet… the footprints on the shore. But I’m guilty again I glance at green too long The trees bearing sweet fruits can never ever go wrong. Shh…i hear the thunder There comes fluffs of grey Drench me in your love… take all the silly worries away! Isn’t this life magical? Which colour do you see? Pick any moment you want and set your heart free!
There is a strange beauty in flaws. Feel alive…take a pause! See the ladybug with polka dots, or the Giraffe’s weird brown spots. Admire the sketches on Moon’s white face, like graffiti on a glowing surface. Gaze at the mole right over the lips. Trace the tears of joy that slips. Touch the freckles on the cheek. Hear the dark eyes that silently speak. Feel the wrinkled hands that caress. Understand the broken speech that bless. Jump in the puddles while it rains. Reminisce the coffee mug lipstick stains.
Flaws are good…we are creations divine. Relax… imperfection is perfectly fine!