Regret

To regret is
to think it was wrong

To think it was wrong
is to know it that it shouldn't have been

To know it shouldn't have
is to know what should have been

To know what should have been
is to know the unknown

To know the unknown
is that even possible?

Learn and not repeat the same mistake is probably the path I want to follow!

Serendipities

The Sun was unusually pale today
things moved surreptiously unlike other days

Few drizzles added the mystery of rain
I gazed up in unknown anticipation

The wind got droplets or two to my eyes
I was ambitious for the wet earth's smell

The breeze wrapped around me menacing my hair
as I combed my fingers through my hair tangles
pranced slower for a moment or two

I turned too to wander my gaze
I realized I miss you more on days like these!