Yarn of Life

Yarn (copyright- me)

yarn of life,

she weaves through her old frail hands,

one day be made into a cardigan

or may be a woolen cap of a young boy’s wonder,

she remains behind the scene,

yarn slipping through her hands,

silky-smooth threads,

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she is happiness,

she is love,

she is struggle,

she is survival,

she is the artisan,

she sits in a reverie,

her eyes focused,

as she sutures the yarn of life,

in her old frail hands.

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*For Right2Write Prompt. Just click on the name and that will take you to the prompt theme of the week.

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opposite twins

opposite twins

residing in a dark alcove,

guarded by demonic angels

fighting for eternity;

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the first calls for light

to enter the chamber

and is ready to traverse

along the labyrinth of emotions;

.

the other one ceases the struggle,

unspoken, move towards

the darkest part of the prison

and glare at his other half-

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better or not,

with those dead eyes;

the former shrugs in response

and go to join the worse division;

.

some time will pass out

and another battle would surge

between the two brothers,

rooted in the same soul.

* Written in response to the dVerse Writing Prompt

leaving for her journey

Hello bloggers,

I got a wonderful opportunity to work with the lovely Merbear and you know what, we ended up creating this poem together. Please read and share your views.

leaving for her journey

She was binding her hair in a bun

Readying herself for the journey ahead

Which may take her to distances unknown

Bring in her the sense of being alive

She had never felt ever before

She was leaving behind all her fears

For the adventure that awaited her

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Her stomach coiled like a snake

Past torments licking at her heels

Dare she run so fast and proud?

Her life not worthy of a fairy tale

She sighs so loudly she startles herself

Trapped emotions needing to meet air

Praying to breathe air

 .

The stream of tears fell down her cheeks

Which she didn’t even care to wipe away

She was looking for a happy ending

Which she had to find herself in her own way

She picked up her hand bag of happy memories

And moved ahead towards her cage door

And pushed it open, it wasn’t locked

 .

Desperate echoes of her soul

Beckoning to her aching heart

Calling her to where she needs to be

She trembles with trepidation

Limbs weakened by the struggle

Her life never drawn before

By her own personal design

 .

She was never meant to be free

Doubts crossing her mind

When she had just seen the sunshine

But she would never return back

And thence, she flies away

Its true leaving is difficult but

Once you have left, it is easy not to turn back

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Then the breeze whispered her name

A lullaby warm and soothing

Like balm for her battered soul

Bringing her back to herself

Oh, she thought she had been lost!

Smiling inside herself with pure joy

For her true path was known all along

 

LIFE ISN’T A FAIRY-TALE

Movies- Especially those which claim(or are partly meant) to show some part of the real life….

Here’s my simple definition for those movies- false perception of something real!

The life projected by movies, by varied books, by those “successful” sort of people we envisage to be in our dreams– its all fake.

Because there is no life without problems… Problems even arise in the life of  that person who claims to be the happiest person in the whole world(well, I don’t think someone would go on bragging about something like that). That is the central point around which our life rotates.

Life is a blend of joys, gloom, love, hatred, beauty and drastic things. Life consists of the moments- the million moments, both happy and sad, both memorable and necessarily to be forgotten.

Why?

Because

LIFE ISN’T A FAIRY TALE…………

I have always heard of one particular quote about life- Life is as we take it… Huh? Complicated? Right!

So, instead of explaining some silly-billy quote, I would rather talk about the life which isn’t a fairy tale. Well even in fairy tale, the princesses and the fairies have to deal with villainous stuff:-

1. Rapunzel had to get across her evil guardian to meet the boy of her life.

2. Snow White had to go into deep sleep because of the evil plan of the wicked Queen.

3. Cinderella had to face the agony while living with her evil step-mother and her daughters.

Take any fairy tale- it isn’t an easy tale either.

So, how could we believe that the life is going to be full of happiness and joys and blossoms and love.

Well, those who believe so and those who defend the false projection of a life like this- you’re wrong. Be practical or psychological, theoretical or philosophical, spiritual or material, you’re definitely going to see through the dark curtain which makes you believe that someone’s life is perfect and makes you grieve for it.

Life isn’t a fairy “tail”

It is just like a boat’s first sail

How it floats on the water

With a hope of smoothness later

How it appears with a strong sweetness

But indeed it faces the water’s hardness

How it sets the sail forward

Of course it isn’t meant for the coward

How it moves, sets towards the destination

It doesn’t project the charm of the mansion

How it struggles in its path

Facing the natural wrath

Life isn’t always beautiful

It need one to be dutiful

Tackle the difficulties even if it is hard

Since it has to reach the final yard.