A Brief Comeback

For someone who finds satisfaction in writing, I should've been certainly unsatisfied for a very long time now.

Unfortunately, that's not the case.

I've learned to open up to many other new possibilities, and I found great fulfillment in trying new things. Most importantly, things I once were attached to before, today I figured out has not been that worth hanging on to anyway. I was blinded, and delusioned.

So now here I am, over again, trying to stand up on the piles of my mistakes - smiling proud, because despite of everything else, now I learnt a little bit more about life, I've seen and I've known my friends, as well as my foes.

Hopefully, not to turn back ever again. And this poem, is specially dedicated to myself =p

ONE ART

The art of losing isn't hard to master,
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster

Lose everything everyday, accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent
the art of losing isn't hard to master

Then practice losing farther, losing faster
places and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster

I lost my mother's watch, and look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three love houses went
the art of losing isn't hard to master

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent,
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster