The Joy of Losing...

Like the leaves of an autumn tree

I kept loosing day by day

People, trust, dreams and faith

All kept shedding day by day

I tried hard to hold

But things kept slipping

My silence and my love

Brought intense grief to my being

One day in form of enlightenment then

These words somewhere I read,

The only thing about the pain is 

It demands to be felt

Once you decide to laugh at it

Then sublimes its tormenting might 

Grey is what you decide 

White in black or black in white

Like the eye of hurricane now

There is hustle around but peace within 

These swirling winds though devastated all

But made me land in that land pristine

Though seeming threatening

Losing can be real joy at times

It is liberating It is relieving 

It frees you from the rule of ninety nine

There is nothing more to lose 

There is no more anxiety of setbacks

There is an ethereally void within

Freeing me from all the worldly recks

There are no expectations

And no trust to be broken 

There are no hands that would leave

And no eyes to decieve

Each thing comes as a gift

In the wake of gratitude now my life lies

And there is no pain mighty enough 

To trickle tears from my hollow eyes 

Don't curse loosing people

Loosing can be a real joy

It strengthens you, It teaches you

To be an ammunition ad not a fragile toy...

||Sshree||