I wrote this when I was slightly down, yesterday morning to be precise, after a not so good night “here“, this was a sort of after math If I could call it that. Anyways today I am totally over it, and as though nothing happened. Isn’t life amazing?.
The topic over at writer’s island, today is superstition, and here are my 55 cents, oh I mean words on the subject.
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Standing in front of a cracked mirror,
He looked deep into his own eyes,
Trying to look for an answer,
Look for a confirmation.
His actions and conclusions,
His beliefs and trusts
Why did all seem like a lie?
All his rights, now seem wrong
He was superstitious agreed,
His misfortune,
“Life” became his “Superstition”.
neilina said
Life…zindagi….jeevana as superstition! Great! I love this concept. Then, for whole life will he be living with this superstition? Now doesn’t mean always, right?
Is this okay na?
I am copying this poem……
Bless You Always! ~Namaste~
Susan Helene Gottfried said
I’m glad you woke up over this harsh funk, Rambler. It’s … harsh. That’s the only word for it.
You’re not the only one who has these moods. I know them well, too.
chennairamblings said
You are just getting better and better
Or is it a reflection of going through hard times?
I have noticed that the worse we feel, the better we write (at times).
I love this one, a new take altogether, but cheer up soon, I miss the eternally optimistic Rambler
BlueMist said
Nice attempt though dark one.
P.S : I am happy that the phase is over and thats what matters most !!
Lea said
I’m going to think about this all day… life as a superstition… what an amazing concept, for if true… what does that mean??? Agreed, not bad or wrong, but what does this gaze into the cracked mirror hold???
Glad you can write about the ruff stuff… these days, not many words coming from me, but sometimes it is those dark places that are the most fertile for me… they are not easy to live in.. I don’t think I would trade them though… they are part of what makes me who I am… I like living in the shadows… not the complete dark, or the complete light, but moving in and out…
preethi said
cracked mirror… now isnt there some superstition about that too.. lovely as always!!!
anthonynorth said
Life as a superstition? There are so many connotations to that. An interesting idea.
Lea said
Your poem Rmabler, which is just fantastic, has been working me for the last 24 hours… it evoked a memory in me… a superstition long forgotten, but reflected back to me now in your words…
Cracked mirror
holds the shards of our marriage…
like the diamond
stolen
that held my fingers and heart
in bondage…
Seven years
lost
in the shattering,
the reflection
distorted beyond recognition,
my gaze
fragmented,
I see the sharp splinters
of your anger
reach through the empty frame
to strangle the very breath of
my being…
But only a ghost remains
to sweep up the
silver dust,
and the silhouette that still shimmers
in the place between
the broken glass…
neilina said
I am not sure which superstition will help me to live a satisfied life.
neilina said
Thanks Rambler and Lea. I got my answer.
And Lea, your poem is just wonderful.