Some misapprehensions sometimes

When I said sorry.........

I meant I was sorry for the situation and willing to go to  any extent to make it right. It was not that I always did something wrong

When I said I forgive you ........

I sometimes meant I wouldn't ask for all the explanations you could give, I'll just think that I'm above you and not try to understand your situation and think that you wronged me 

When I said I want an explanation........ 

I want to believe you didn’t do it on purpose It is that  I want a reason to know that you willingly didn't wrong me

When I'm  silent........

It is that I'm scared that you'll misundertand if I say something 

 "Most of our sorrows are about our own faults.     Why we didn't do what we were supposed to........why we let others take advantage of us......Why we weren't more careful......Why we were so egoistic.....Why we were so fearful....................so many other why's......... such that the reason of everything comes back to ourselves .........so it is all leads to a prayer seeking forgiveness . Forgiving ourselves".

Priorities

Couldn't you be doing 

something worthwhile 

Be not  a mortal without pride

What are your priorities 

I ask the beggar at the  way side

He looks mockingly 

at my insolence

Don't you guess what it is 

Gazing in depth into my eyes 

Without a further snide

Ashamed I turn away

From a moment of haughty pride

As I think of a harder life

The priorities now would seem a mockery

Even as others push with a vain chide

What should my priorities be 

A simple  thought I arrive

yes to take a moment at a time 

To respect and be kind  

Just a few rules to abide

Written for Friday Writings #158

A vocation

An adventure that's you

An anxiety that's you 

A prayer that's you 

Oh my child 

I have taken 

A holiday from life

To hold on / to let go

Every  dawn upon the decision 

I munch  thoughts in tears 

To put behind the dealt derision

That led to the infliction of  fears 

The habits of agitating over the past 

The wont of  bursting in cries

To let go of myself 

To severe the unwanton  ties 

Slowly upon a revelation 

I waft up in an understanding 

There is no letting go 

Atleast  to a certain reasoning 

Upon the  crevices of a wretched soul

The flickering light dawns

It is not me , it is about them

An understanding arrives

I let go of their faults 

Its their's to bear

Till now weighed upon my soul

A regrettable wretched strife 

All animosity disappears

My feelings float a past

In eternities perpetual bliss

Though only for while

Written for

Friday Writings #149: The Joy of Walking Away @ Poets and Storytellers United