Continuing again, the seventh part of the poem (excerpt from one of my longer poems) -  

VII

In retrospect everything

Each incident

Each accident

All make good stories

For nothing is more romantic than 

Having survived to tell the tale

Always being in transit equips the days and   

The pieces in the puzzle inexplicably fall into place

After all, unexpected things do turn up, don’t they?

These days, it’s comfortable to

Let our spirit yearn 

For the refreshment of companionship

Because when guilt, hurt, loss, and fear

In fact, all feelings and uncertainties vanished

We enunciate disembodied whispers since

There cannot be any ideological vacuum 

So keep breathing, keep surfing

Living an animated life at all costs

Still in transit

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)