Sync with the Winds… Match with the Educated Raindrops…

Fill Perfection in every Prediction

Actually, there is no NEED for this Wholeness WEED

Let he root Values Hold you Deep,

No one asks how much threatening you had…

It is perfect peace to be at an imperfect pace

Actually it is something more than that

Lets fall again, lets Suffer again,

With a Pop Sound of Fervent Reactivity,

Combined with chemicals of imperfect creativity…

The Tree does not count the number of leaves it felled..

Then why should we count the number of failures we had..

When they are just a part of us…

So Love the Frizz in your Hair… Why to straighten it every  now and then…

Forget the spoons, switch to your hands…

Its good to draw a limit line… but no need measure it all the time.

Imperfection has its own chill

Its good to get a hope to earn and live…

Well, Work done is nimble or gradual…

Its always done with a new Thrill…