God Of Imperfection

when inspirations fail to inspire
and creativity shouts to be heard
Dejected and devoured I try to revive

hands crippled with laziness
pen drawing otiose lines
Thoughts flew far beyond the thoughtful nest

dreamy eyes void of dreams
descriptive ideas just a paradox!
imperfection invites me to be it's god

barren land was once a poetic playground
sun flowers, the staunch devotees of the sun
waterfalls, the disheveled hair of a meditating sage

but no more, the blue sky is a creative canvas
no more the caw of a crow, a secret mystic song
the still river, no more is the mirror of the sky

Where did it all go?
I scream with a fallible voice
did the imperfect darkness swallow the creative light?

just then, a sun shines
from nothingness, a whole conceives
and imperfection is pregnant with the inspiration

perfection means the end
and imperfection, a constant worship
"Choose!” says the GOD of Imperfection