Disaster

When young
Did I ever run on the sidewalks,
Playing the game
Of avoiding cracks?Or, much later,
Straddle hairlines mentally
And strut vicarious tightropes,
Dreading, yet perversely courting,
Disaster from a fall?

'Disaster" did I say?
An aberrant word!
For there are other falls and penalties
Not wholly catastrophic,
But cushioned by largesse
Of joy and glory,
Falling in love is one.

Yet wisdom cautions:
A fall is a fall
With aftermaths of hurt and pain
Only delayed, not circumvented.
Tish, tosh!!!
Away with wisdom!
Hooray for crazy paving, tightropes, hairlines!!
Right now who's wise, or wants to be?
Not I.
Do you????


Thoughts need not necessarily relate to the current phase of life. Everything cant be right always. Times change, people change, situations change, lives change; but some moments, some memories, some people some thoughts, some feelings......always remain the same. These things never seem to loose their essence, rather their intensity keeps multiplying (not necessarily in a positive direction) with each passing day.

The above stanza represents the feelings of a novice, in love.
The below paragraph talks about the experienced soul, hurt in love.