Loss

What will you do
If one fine day
You find out that
Everything you had
Is lost.
Heads down on land
Facing the dirty road
What will you do?
Well! You gonna get up
Wipe yourself
And try to sit again.
Or else
People may come
May help you
May stare at you
May leave you just there.

But would you let yourself
Just wait for people?
Would you not just get up
Take care of yourself.
I would.
Surely.

Now, I've lost so much in my life
With that said
It also means
That I gained as much.

But loosing places, people,
Entities, dreams
Is not everyone's cup of tea.
Actually, none likes it.
Loss is painful.
But essential.
And happens to everyone.

Few are lucky.
They are not sensible enough
To feel it.
Few are simply
Indifferent to it
or beyond it.
Few treat loss as scar
Few make it a tattoo.
For some it's too big a deal
They never get up again
They get smeared
In the losers' crew.

I, I consider it
A part of the journey
We loose so much everyday
That is how we gain.
The cells keep
Getting destroyed
Blood changes
Every three days
It's Shiva's energy I feel
Regeneration
Is its name.

So I get up
Laugh sometimes
Clean my bruises gently
Get up to shine.

I have lost people, places,
Lives, believes.
With that I have gained
More than that
Always with my zeal.

What will you do
If one fine day
You find out that
Everything you had
Is lost.
Heads down on land
Facing the dirty road
What will you do?
Well! You gonna get up
Wipe yourself
And try to sit again.

But yes, make sure
That the next time
You fall better
And you loose more.
That's how it keeps going
The journey of core.