story of life: a fantasy poem
The story of life poem
the weaver sits at the lone moon and
starts weaving a tapestry
she weaves a beautiful story with the needle of time in the fabric of history
a story of different worlds interwoven into a map of knowledge and secrets
she embroiders unspoken words in the depths of the bottomless ocean
she paints the sky with different colours of emotions
she stitches holes left by doubts
with the golden thread of hope
and binds the gap left by uncertainties
with silver strings of love
she secures intricate knots of fate
over the delicate designs of the universe
she embellishes the tale with mirrors of truth and tassels of light
she weaves a tale of magnificent cities, infinite dreams and star strewn galaxies
all struck together in a web of time
interwoven with the promise of future
the story unfolds as she drapes the tapestry across the worlds
souls get lost in its opulence as
hungry eyes drink in the brilliance of
starlit skies, emarald oceans, clouds of dreams, magical towns and magnificent kingdoms connected by infinite star bridges and sparkling rainbows hidden behind the horizon below, where mermaids rule the tides of the mystical oceans and winged horses fly over heavens and seasons bloom and revolve around the axis of change.
The sun, and moon and stars held together by invisible chords of mist
as the elves brew witchcraft in the forbidden heart of the woods
Angels look down from above where opium harps play and sonnets composed by songbirds get carried away by the northwind to the dreaming hearts below where snow tipped mountains and cerulean hued seas dominate the earth.
the weaver tells the world a story of extravagance, endless knowledge and hidden truths bleeding together to spin an enchanting tale of fantasies, realities and fated destinies,
a tale of magic and myths unfolding in the night kissed sky and swallowed by the ocean
as she ties the final knot of existence,
concluding her story of worlds,
the story of life...
By
Iniya prakasha
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