THE MISS-TAKES THAT MADE HER

I met the other day

On the road

A woman who was known

To have made many mistakes

And hence knew that

That road can be taken

And was even better

Than the ‘correct’ one

Because in that insistence

On correctness

Many lives were ruined.
Experience when you go for it s never predictable
Or dictated by the legalities, knowledge extends itself
Through transgressions and encounters with the un-known
Which can lead to pain or ecstasy
And when you go in for it 
Leaves the possibility to make mistakes open.
This is an imperative to the very process
And if not taken 
Will leave one stranded in the confines of boredom
And repetition.

Along with her

Sat that chaste and caste  neighbor

Who had spent most of her life

In cries and whispers

Sighing and ruminating

And uttering curses under her breath.

The smothering correctness

Could only be assuaged

By an equally voluminous

Flow of the waters

So that the blocks in the arteries could be removed

And a new day made.