A fulfilled life
Is a path well travelled
The ditches fell into
As a part of the process
Stinking of the Gutter
But a lot wiser
Not feel humiliated
But a sense of pride
Fell into it inadvertently
Least a lesson and
Never fell again
For the same reason
Mountains to climb
A few successfully
A few withdrew
Took a detour
Not felt like a failure
Just a fish out of water
Chose the next best thing to do
Felt good about the travel
Ticketless it ain't
Self respect didn't allow that
Gained some failed some
Cocktail of experience
Not to get a sense of high
But to remain stable in the head
Full in the heart
What more can one ask for
Memories doesn't make you sour
Future lush green or barren
Not even in thought
Living in the present
Crossing the road
From past to future
Taking a turn no more to return
Looking at the mirror
To get its permission
When the rear view mirror
Doesn't reflect the road
But the integrity of your soul
Needs don't die with death
One final request beats inside
You need 4 to
Carry you from the floor
Visiting card to show
When whatever awaits
At the next door
Got your Four
More were ready to carry
To the gates of
Your next journey
A life well lead
Fulfilled with respect
A few regrets
Not human otherwise
If regrets none
Buy a one way ticket
As no more trips
Back here
Signed off forever
With no signature required

Causing hurt by act or Words
Others forget with time or by indifference
Scar caused within
Cannot be independent of the inside
Neither does time exist outside
Exit doors shut
Front row seats to watch
Yourself wallow in regret
Retribution none greater
Life sentence in a loop
Refusing to let go
Mind begs for parole
Conscience denies it
At one go
Thrown to the lions
A matter of seconds
Living with regret
Memory keeps vigil
Playing the warden
Prisoner in your own mind
Trust me the better of with the lions

Learning to speak
Part of growing
Gaining the knowledge
As comes with age
Takes a few years
A well built vocabulary
A different language too
Part of the process to grow
Intelligence required to flow
And to be  in the know

Divinity required to
Get the experience
Time taken unknown
To get to know
When  to use reserve
In the place of words
No words can create
An impact as powerful
As silence can dictate

Calmness a creation
When Silence is in motion
No harm can ever be done
Where laconism is the language spoken

What we hear
Told as fact
Is with tact
An opinion given
To create an impact
As sought by the one
Who recounts the fact
We hear it
The way we want it
Distorted version remains
Passed on for further distortion
An adherence to reality
Confirming with honesty
Truth elucidated  in accordance
With the narrative intended
To be effective
Finally a personal perspective
Fact and Truth
Belief and Outlook
Fact and Truth
Life's fictional pursuit
No one knows
Which is real
Versions varying from
Person to person
Real version Non existent
Pursuit of them
To come to any conclusions
End up judging the wrong person

Bitterness never helped growth
Bitter to the other is better
Than to the self
It builds a pedastal
For the ego to reside
Putting reasoning aside
Seeing no change
For the embittered rage
Wears the cloak
Of Self pity to boast
I am the victim
I deserve more
Death sounding death knell
Of any kind of progress
Stagnation a boon
Spiralling down at a speed
Light finishes second in the heats
Hell on earth
Dish served cold
The battered ego
With no place to go

Different thought process
On an issue of importance
Or for convenience
Forming an opinion
Fact and reason
Not necessarily present
A matter of taste
Each going either way
Appealing and attractive
Worshipping the narrative
A matter of the heart
Thought process takes no part
Logic or Taste
Thought or Emotion
Mind or Heart
Or sometimes both at work
Expressing oneself once
Is more than enough
A forceful reenforcement
Changes the equation
Dissent dispute altercation
Relationship ends in a dead end
Best available solution
Not to be in contention
Convincing the person
Not an occupation
Respect the opinion
Stop the conversation
Peace of mind
Bigger than a seeming victory
On any bone of contention

Heart in wilderness
Yearning for company
Thoughts stuck in
Traffic
Each blocking the other
No escape route
In search of a detour
Each traveling the distance
Extrapolating to fictional conclusions
Thoughts never tire
Continues its rollercoaster
Memory the striker
Hitting each other
Unlike the board game
The coins remain the same
In this.never ending game
Only one player to name
Awake and Its on
Sleep the dream switches on
Half asleep it wanders on
Half awake it meanders on
A place to hide
From my thoughts
Only thoughts decide
Playing cops and robbers
Here both wear the same number