My fingers toyed through the confounding pieces
Feeling the myriad contours and shapes.
My eyes searched for a semblance of order
In the labyrinth of undefined spaces.
The vivid memories of shadowy pasts,
Sprung forth from distinct moments in time.
Each seemingly detached from the other,
They confronted the rationale in my mind.
As I drew myself further away,
Lifting the haze of present from my eyes,
The pieces connected to take form
And I perceived a picture arise.
At each dark piece, I would wonder why,
It perturbed the quiet waters unknown?
Until I stepped back to realise
They formed the picture of the stepping-stones!
-Kirthi Radhakrishnan
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Yo kk , So did the picture give you a picture of things to come ? of paths to choose ? of jars to open and doors to close ?
DID IT ?
( you are becoming timid )
Vee come off it! What are you doing in a matchbox? Did you buy a Maruti 800?
No someone said "3 strikes and you are out"..and i realised that i was being compared to a matchstick :(
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