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

yesterday i read this poem, and the beauty of the stark words was so heart wrenching that i sat down to contemplate how much i have mastered the art...the art of losing...

lost my trust...a lot of people lost their trust in me...i am still trying to get it back for them...
lost my humanity...crushed away with time and age...now replaced by an equal dose of cynicism...
lost my heart...just once...got it back, albeit with a lot of damage...
lose my sanity every winter...in some proportion or the other...
lost someone...important...to death...
lost a lot of other people...less important...to pride...but still i did lose...
lost chess pieces...peices of jig saw puzzles...and memories...sight for a relatively small time, the memories of the nightmare still remain...
lost my temper...lost reality...lost my armour of layers which kept me safe from getting hurt...
lost the truth so many times, that the lies started to seem like reality...
lost myself in the darkness of a sad psyche too many times...came out with bruises and alive...
lost friends...with a sigh most times...and sometimes with a lot of sorrow...
lost the ability to let people come close...gained the ability to hurt with ease...
lost innocence...gained maturity and self-mockery...

and here i am lost and still losing...its a vicious circle...never ending...losing and sometimes gaining...and sometimes just losing without gaining...surving the art of living...

This is an old blog which i found checking out another website...I put it here also, but deleted it, through my phases of chuckin out old blogs...

I am putting it back here, because at this point of time, i am pretty much on the verge of losing a lot with the roll of die...