Sunday, 21 December 2014


Actually it's quite hard
To be perfect anywhere
Even cooking a perfect
Omelet takes a lot care

People take so many years
To perfect one unique style
Years of toil to finally find
A career truly worthwhile

I too perfected something
Of becoming totally futile
The perfect gamma male
A self-sustaining agony

Grunge become thy name
Poetry of madness and loss
Dark humor none can match
Abstraction to escape reality

Like a star which didn't
Explode to a supernova
But sunk in within itself
A perfect dark black hole

Whenever there's perfection
There's scope for singularity
That way I'm quite fortunate
There's seed for a final unity

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