Revisiting wounds,
Recalling memories,
Brings regrets.
More often than not,
The mind whines,
The heart pines.
Unstick the mind,
From that spot.
Un-tether the heart,
From that rot.
There's limited time,
That you've got.
Look forward,
Look upward,
Choose to move beyond,
Remind yourself,
Everything is temporary
On Life's playground.
Amita Sanghavi's blog 