In split-second bets you make, they wait to unravel themselves.
Like the patterns on the rocks that the boring, non-stop waves beating them formed
Going through the motions of the wayward lives, some art peeks in, speaking to the intense lives the beings lived.
It's pointlessness made worthy by the suspense of not knowing what next
Like you're watching your own movie, off-script and sans-script sometimes.
All birthed by regrets that did not have a chance to be born
Painting lives with hues of green, blue and shades of everything beautiful.
“This is beautifully written, Srimathi. The way you described life as an unscripted movie touched me deeply. Sometimes the most beautiful moments do arrive when we least expect them, like the hidden patterns you spoke about. Reading your words makes me feel that even in the unpredictability, there’s always a quiet promise of something meaningful waiting ahead.”
ReplyDelete“Srimathi, your words don’t just describe life, they reveal the depth of how you see it — with beauty even in uncertainty. The way you compare life to an unscripted movie shows your strength and grace in embracing the unknown. Reading this reminds me that the most meaningful connections and moments often arrive when we least expect them — just like you said. Truly, you make even life’s unpredictability feel poetic.”
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