forgotten monologues

Life is a series of misfortunes with a dash of good luck thrown away just at the right places, so that you never stop and always put your best foot down into another misfortune.

Yet the essence of surviving is in living without deepest regret over what could have been done, to breathe in the air that circulates life and look at the coming days as if they couldn’t have been better.

as i come here again..

as i come here again,
i sit and wonder
where i went wrong
what all i won,
what all i lost
some i put on stake
some i just gave away
what all i gathered
and what all i left behind
how i never learn
and always give in;

how i always make same mistakes,
and never learn

i look behind,
and see everything scattered
its just too late to gather