One Art...

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- Elizabeth Bishop

Liar Liar!

Yes, I am talking about myself. This is not regarding an incident that happened last week or the week before, it is about a truth which turned out to be a lie lately. But again when I think back about how lately it is, it goes back to some time after I got my Job. So that lie was never a truth at all...

Before you people feel some mental illness thinking of what the lie is, let me write it down myself. It's the words that I had used to describe myself which says ," I love to laugh and make others laugh and I take most of the things as they come!"...

I have lost that ability to laugh at myself and the ability to make others laugh also. It was the most loved part of my character, both by myself and by others. But, now I have lost it thanks to an over grown EGO. I don't want to write anything more. I just pray to god to give me strength to be the man that I want to be, the man that I once was. Please God!!!