Perfecting

All around me I see,
Almost every being,
Searching for perfection in everything,
Even I am a part of this scene...
Trying to rhyme each line...
Of this poem of mine...
Still there comes this thought,
That was to me by myself brought,
Of finding the perfection in imperfection,
Has now caught my fascination...
And is making me think,
Of this as the missing link...
Between me and true happiness...
And the answer to this 'mess'...

Accepting people as they are,
Even if to me they are close or far...
But more than the people around me,
My mirror asks, ‘Am i accepted by thee?’
Or in simple terms, do you accept yourself?
On being asked this I felt...

Probably I haven’t thought of this before,
And did not enter this door,
To avoid answering to the mirror,
But now I want to let go of this fear,
And accept the reality...
Just thinking of this brings some clarity,
To me about the future,
And as I act as my own teacher,

I realise how me not accepting the truth,
And taking some unknown route,
Brought me to this juncture,
Where this thought can either be punctured,
Or brought to life and lived,
Because, when I got sad or frustrated,
On or because of someone else,
Me to myself each time silently said,
I never tried to learn,
That it’s actually a fire that still burns,
In me, a side of this entity I call me,
Was still left unhealed....