DEDICATED TO: butterfly2wander HarshithaNMurthy khushi407
"Fate's an unexpected feat,
With unfathomable turns and twists,
Often horrifying, sometimes broken,
Like fragments of a shattered mirror,
Imperfect, severed, yet brilliant.
Detours and downfalls, nestled carefully,
Under serendipity's obscure wings,
Wreck havoc upon the best-laid plans,
Often leaving tears unshed,
Remnants of a bittersweet, despondent embrace.
Through opaque lenses,
Forced into an unknown daze,
Struggling through the catacombs,
Praying to find an escape.
Overcast skies, pouring rain,
A reflection of the turmoil,
The embodiment of conflicting pain.
Through shadows that haunt,
Hidden away in the throes of hurt,
Crawling, curious, inevitable hope takes birth.
In the quiet surrender that deafens the heart,
new beginnings beckon at the horizon.
For when the heart concedes to the unknown,
and weary shoulders bear a burden, veiled,
an intangible strength is sown.
Taking root in the depth of your might,
Replacing the dark with specks of light,
Where beauty is nurtured,
And life accepted,
The tears fall,
Your heart and soul cleansed.
The sorrow and pain dissipate,
As you let yourself seek warmth
Of an acquiescent embrace.
As the heart yields and the mind bows,
The illusion of perfection is denied powers.
Reality and pragmatism come together,
Bringing to you the vague future.
Where serendipity brings you a smile,
Joy sustains,
As you embark further,
Looking back fondly, the regret dispels,
Alas, what remains is what awaits,
YOU ARE READING
Mrinalini♦
General FictionThe households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the house...
