Your imperfections blend in with mine
As mine joyously embrace yours
Creating a rare crescendo
Of chaos, ecstasy and pathos

For what would life be
Without that touch of bedlam
Fleeting, feathery to the feel
Delusional, dreamy to the touch

Imperfection. Ah! Those subtle nuances
Those minor flaws, a faux pas or two
Once in a while, every now and then
Which enthrall and shake me up

And the more they come, the more I evolve
Creating a halo of disarming disquiet
Unleashed in a playground of silent disharmony
Weaving a tapestry of gentle fallibility

Subir Chakraborty
2nd August 2021