Regret

 

     Regret

It's a bitter feeling

A throb which bears no repose

A groan which never stills

For its source can never

Be undone.

The source being your error

Your sin, that ominous deed

Of yours which casted the

Shadow of excruciating 

Regret, which never ends.

Regret is the mother of pain

A peculiar pain, leaving

No solution, but a whole

Vacuum of reconciling 

Hope that disappoints.

'Sorry' is not just a word

But a shell which shuts 

Your ego, a shell wherein that

Ego metamorphoses into

  Regret, slowly but with restraint.

And this regret is ambiguous 

For it vexes your own self

Troubles your mind

Either it converts you into

A child who learned its lesson 

Or to an adamant adult who

Never tends to take a turn

For a better cause.

It's all a part of moving on

A continuum of events 

A saga of right and wrong

Of perfections and imperfections 

Of learning and unlearning

Let this saga continue.

Just remind yourself 

Not to fall, but to rise 

From your own fallibility 

To a better version of

Yourself; and regret is 

A guide in this saga of life.

For life is a stone strewn path

Where you may stumble 

And fall, your errors being the

Stones, but remember to 

Look for stones ahead

Come what may

Move on, for, regret

May show you the way

Regret being that eye

In the back of your head

Which tracks cautiously 

The reminiscences of your past, 

And the hopes for your future.

                                      - Vinaya Mary