Writings - Unknown

  not the height, not the depth, not the ageing, not the weather; but I am afraid of me when I don't learn; not the sound, not the flashes, not the snakes, nor the insects;  but I am afraid that lessons will be wasted; not the fist nor its punch, not the people poking all the time; but I am afraid if I take same loss on and on; I am afraid that I will move on from my regrets I am afraid that I will be stuck at same level, Fixing myself over and over. I can't take the beatings which are repetitive I want to learn the lesson before the next event But I am afraid I keep on making same mistakes I don't want an eternal chain of regrets with same root I am afraid I don't make new mistakes as I am tangled with old ones I am afraid that  I don't give chances to life for new experiences and memories and hence I am afraid I would become the teller of the same story.

The sound is still in my ears; The visual is not dying anytime soon. I was in the opposite lane, When they are crying in vain; She was rubbing his hands, Her vision blurred by tears; The other man looked out, Confused by no movement; The driver horned non-stop, The siren ringed non-stop, But nothing moved; All were aware, All were listening, but could do nothing - just like me; Every vehicle blamed  the one on its front, And the front one,  on its front. But there was never the front most vehicle, It's a line, that never ended. The line,  that could end the lifeline; The line, that could not be moved; My lane got cleared, I began to move; But they were still crying, With siren still ringing; I was moving ahead, further and further; But they were stuck, held by the line. Was it their mistake, to come here; Was I responsible, in some way for their agony? I reached home, But I still heard the siren. I slept that night, But I still saw them. The next day morning, I heard it a...