The lines…
Lines deeply etched
Skillfully engraved
On palms visible
By hands invisible
Origins unknown
Ends unseen
Making us move
In a predestined groove
The reasons clouded
In mystery shrouded
The spawn
Mere pawns
Lines once drawn
Never redrawn
The master craftsman
Having provision none
In his infinite grace
To alter or efface
- Shail Mohan (Feb 2008)
Showcased post from shail-mohan blogs @ sulekha.com
Hmmmmm….earie…well-crafted. “Move in a predestined groove” - beautiful phrase. But do you really believe in predestiny?
Roopa, I am undecided as yet. I don’t like to think it is a ‘predestined - groove’ But sometimes the evidence is otherwise. I am actually totally confused on this one and as usual I have a number of questions. Sigh, so what’s new??
Shail !!
Do you really believe in this ??
Poor thing you
Sundar, Let me see: I believe, I believe not, I believe, I believe not, I believe, I believe not, I believe…. Ooops this flower has only seven petals. Let me go find some more and try for an answer!!
I sometimes believe and sometimes not
hehe depends!!!
Loved the poem… Beautifully written!!!
(((((hugs)))))
Myth or Reality? whatever it is, but some small lines acts as an indicator / warning signs of diabetes.
Nice Wordings Shail mam!
Lol Bubbly, yeah depends for me too!! Thank you da.
Vikram, nice to see you after a long gap. Hmm… yeah, I have heard that too. Thanks!
Mysterious, but hauntingly romantic.
Great effort. Friend!
Thank you Bob!