A Step In Dance Of Life

I tried once, I tried twice;

Then I tried by multiples of thrice.

I kept on trying with various options,

With frustrating results missing by fractions.

I changed the subject unthinkingly,

And worked edge to edge misunderstandingly

Things seemed to be moving faster than fast,

But no results as the basic clues were absolutely lost.

I then tried to work on wounded patches,

And also tried to hide the bleeding scratches.

Those psychic injuries had teared me apart,

From that outrageous fortune I had to depart.

Some thought was going deep, not a chunk;

With that hissing sound "You can’t lose, you can’t flunk".

Here again I survived to my realization,

To be a pragmatist, to rise to my recognition.

To destroy the evidences where I didn’t succeed,

The damage to be repaired and further to proceed.

And to become acutely aware of the actions taken,

To get away with those thoughts, the core that had shaken.

And to learn from that butterfly fighting with a storm,

To whirl with the wind not to change the actual form.

Self help the religious experience hides the damage,

Imagining how to fish rather than to eat clears the image.

There is always a step in dance of life,

Accept the fate with grace, not with strife.

Everything does recover and transforms as well;

The magic is to destroy the evidence and ring a new bell.