The Penchant For Life

Quiver voice,
Fluttering hopes,
Cloudy vision,
Thunderous silence,
Bland and savourless.

Yet, the penchant for life!

Can you hear?
A familiar vocal,
An old lay,
Of this greybeard’s hope.

When will it be tomorrow?
When will it no more be today?

Perfection

Re-resonating echo,
Sparkling reflection,
Still I am blind.

An immaculate perception-
Not a wrinkle I wear-perfection.

Feigning sleep, am I?
A deception?

No, a mental fixation.
Perfect I am,
As I am,
As you are.

Bland, wouldn’t it be
If I were as perfect as you are?