the days weave in and out of each other
promising a new design
at the end of every day
invisible hands of the weaver
make a pattern
some you can find
and chuckle
and say "That's Life"
promising a new design
at the end of every day
invisible hands of the weaver
make a pattern
some you can find
and chuckle
and say "That's Life"
And then the rest is still a puzzle
to be deciphered
only by the weaver who weaves
the designs not in any book
but all in his mastermind
all a part of the master's plan
and every piece spun out in unique
and days weave in and out
in the hands of the invisible weaver...
4 comments:
this is poetry at its best,vinnani......just loved it....its so true......the poetry is impregnated with feelings..the hands of the invisible weaver.yes he weaves our life and yes a weaver as proficient can only create a beautiful work of art at the end of the day..so if a pattern goes wrong in the initially stages or somewhere in the middle watch out for a better one to come from his hands and at the end it will be a unique piece of art,with a beauty unique to it.........
loved the thought of weaver........
there's poetry in your soul!
@ Moon and Mac: TY
{ i really am no writer but love wroting...makes sense???;) }
kusum.....the invisible weaver has his own plans and designs for everyone...and even has his sense of uniqueness for every individual...great writing...wish i could write in such sweet yet thought provoking flow...
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