There is nothing more precious
than knowing we are wrong
in the comfort of friends…

To know we were wrong
is like rebirth……
like being shown,
what is truly behind the mirror

like there is more to life
than what we can see…
like the key to open the possibilities
is nothing but humility…..

like a ropeless swing
it does not need to limit itself
even gravity does not matter

With that safety to be wrong
to be proved wrong
not burdened by the need to defend 
that freedom to just be…
it is precious…

there are words we carry
trying to find meaning
in the context of our lives….

And yet….
meaning itself is so elusive today…
a shapeshifter sort of
and yet….
like a referee‘s card in the pocket….
I too keep mine…
to call foul on me
whenever I need to…
just to make sure I exist 

-Vinod