Incorrigible was that mistake,
I took the wrong road and moved on,
couldn't understand where did I reach,
when found it was the end of the road,
tried to look up the map,
found a wrong one, or was it all jumbled?
why am I made a scapegoat,
to prove a law Murphy has already proved?
But as I was about to walk away from it all
I saw her radiant smile,
my deepest wish, my desire that pulled the strings,
to take me to the road,
before thought and action was her,
the mind came later, the spirit that
finds it's way on it's own, works beyond laws,
even when choosing
the wrong actions, one is proved right,
may that mystery be ours always.
intriguing forces in action in this world,
are my hope, secret of all the positivity I embrace.
