Subtleties

The bending road, curves into the impossibilities of life,
along with the road the mind travels.
It stops as the red dot emerges, spreading.
The minds starts to wonder as to what lies beyond itself
It tries to grasp the subtleties governing it.
Unable to grasp, it shudders
Had it truly never understood itself?

All this time, never had it stopped and thought.
Life had went on, like a lazy stream.

Was happiness, gaining respect by being what someone had asked one to be
Or
Is unhappiness living a life in which one truly doesnt know oneself,
living a life of dishonesty, not only cheating others but also oneself.

The board of Destiny

The pond in the gloomy sunset looked red
like blood
A bad omen.
Foreshadowing the destruction the morning would cause?

What had I done?
For
the humiliation I had felt, the hardships I had faced
how much had I let vengeance take over me...

Would I be the destruction of the world I knew,
of my husbands, my brother, my sons, the brother of my husband they knew not of.
Would I be the cause of bloodshed, the unrighteousness that will come about in the next eighteen days?

Or.
Was all this never in my hands
Was it already etched into palms, written on foreheads, laid somewhere out there as the fate of mankind long before the epitome of time came about.
Was I just a player in the hands of destiny?
A dice thrown as a clever strategy to end what needed to end, and to start anew?

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Dedicated to: Panchaali

Influenced by: The palace of Illusions and the Mahabharata

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