Poem with a Life

Walking through life, You scale the un-trodden
Get caught in the surprises from the known
Look the other way when it is too much
Climb when it is the hardest

What is that ..that makes the struggle rhyme
That seeps through your insides as a sunshine,
Even when you are bruised, your eyes are closed
That plays the music, finds a rhythm in every lived moment

What is it that makes you walk and walk
That makes you laugh and fill you with joy in what you have....

What is that, that hums in every moment
that sings with every beat and every turn you take

Maybe there is a poem within that is alive

People Tell You

People tell a lot of things to one...as if one is an amusing specimen....
I wonder why is there so much joy in telling, is it because
you know better
you are happy that your life is better or
you want to wipe away the sorrow for the other....

If it is the last one you are clearly underestimating them and overestimating oneself...you are crossing the line of living some one else's life...and taking the right from them to live theirs,  just because you can command

If it is the other two then... clearly...you have not seen enough...lived enough....mingled enough traveled in mind and in experiences enough the way the one you tell has

So when it is not enough... the stretch of the telling falls short just before the turn ....from where the experiences and awareness of the other start