Personal Voyeurism

There is this power.

They call it by different names.

There is this unsure poet.

They call him names.

He doesn't like anything.

And likes everything.

Very impulsive.

Like everyone.

Yet tries to be different.

But looks so different.

When he tries to be one.

The cycle has almost completed.

Some decisions are so simple to think.

So hard to take.

Some memories are so hard to forget.

They come sometimes.

Waste your all-precious time.

And fade away.

Who said we learn from our mistakes?

We don't learn we just get accustomed to them.

And every day we try.

To make some more mistakes.

Otherwise the learning process is going to stop.

For if we don't do mistakes we don't learn.

Failure is the Mother of success.

Who is the Father?

Hopeless fellow.