Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Marbles of Life

There it slips, and there one goes again;
For it all shows me freckles of my petty existence.
Not all I crave for, can be mine
A fool I was, for hoping all would be fine.

Rounding marbles on polished glass
Hoping it would stay not fall apart.
Two are the sides of a coin not life;
Six faces of dice come with this double edged knife.

For hope had no power, if darkness didn’t remain;
Joy has had no friend like sorrow till date.
Not all can be right or wrong in sight
No life is protected from this annoying fight.

But gold only boils to shine when stills

And no one can rest without climbing some hills.

-Vaisakhi Mishra


  1. True. Life ain't easy. Everyone has to go through his struggles. Silver is purified by constantly placing it over the fire. Without doing this, impurities can never be separated.

    Like a marble, life has to keep rolling. And the rolling might happen over smooth surfaces and rough ones. But you keep rolling till your journey finally ends.

    Well written. Blogrolling you.

    Updated mine. Do drop by.


    1. Thanku so much...and surely visit your blog soon...:)

  2. wonderful information, I had come to know about your blog from my friend in hyderabad,i have read atleast 4 posts of yours by now, and let me tell you, your website gives the best and the most interesting information. This is just the kind of information that i had been looking for, and i would regularly watch out for the new posts, once again hats off to you! Thanks a ton once again, Regards, vaisakhi 2014

  3. that was some insightful as well as inspiration :)

  4. beautifully described...awesome..:)