Life goes on with or without your permission
Sometimes it feels like a nightmare strangling from every direction
Squeezing out the last bit of life
Suffocating mercilessly
Nevertheless, life works out as you intend it to
Because you are steering it
Although it feels often that you didn’t have a choice
Life goes on with or without your permission
Showering you with many bouquets of flowers
Paving your walkway with the softest blooms
Treating you with the utmost kindness
However, life is not always a picnic
The breeze turns into a storm in a moment’s notification
Yet, life works out as you intend it to be
Life goes on
Like a stream running toward the sea
You can’t pause to define its meaning and purpose
And yet, you define the meaning and purpose of your life through your life
A puzzle this life is indeed,
Simple, complex
Doesn’t matter
It’s not a puzzle to solve
But to live like it’s your choice
This poetry piece is written in response to the one hundred and fifty eighth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – BREEZE hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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Truly life flows and it’s up to us to allow it to do so. Your words ring so true for me, Vini.
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Life is indeed a puzzle, but not for us to solve. It is for us to live despite all the highs and lows.
I loved how you have described life here, Vinitha. Beautiful!
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Beautifully penned …
Yes, life goes on ….
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