By Dikshitha Kedhari
Everyone around her was a straight line
Drawn by a perfectionist.
a perfect man.
Drawn with a brand new ruler and pencil.
on a new sheet of paper,
Drawn once and flawlessly.
But when she looked at the mirror,
She saw the drawing of a tired architect,
a drained man.
Drawn with a broken ruler and a blunt pencil,
erased and redrawn over and over again.
The drawing is done on a crumpled sheet.
Yet when he looked at her,
He saw the work of an architect who had drawn a temple.
a gifted man.
Drawn with a ruler and pencil that formed new shapes,
drawn and drawn again till perfected.
Drawn on a paper with the ghosts of wondrous ideas.
To him, she was the work of a broken man with magnificent thoughts.