Shadow is her true companion,
when she stares out beyond the sky
or tries to trust her existence .
As she grows ,she loses the girl
she used to know,
in silent brightness and
sleepy details of long days,
realizing brightness keeps her shadow alive,
believing in dreams that no longer arrive.
She is no more who she was meant to be,
and now her shadow overshadows her,
hope sews the hemmed border of her life,
lengthy wisdom and momentary bloom of love
define her newness ;
even though inside, she holds the reminiscence of
aged prudence , aged stories
like a bucket of assorted mythology.
She’s not old , she’s aged,
said the braided words that sing songs for her,
everyday, under the bright sun.
She and her shadow – together , until death do them part.
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A Journey Called Life ... 
Thank you , Indira. Shubho Bijaya -r namaskar roilo tomar jonyo. 🙂 I sent you a mail to your gmail. 🙂
Beautiful post Archita. Vijoya Dashami’r preeti, shubhechchha aar ashish, tomader dojonke.
Thank you very much, Sonel. Big hugs to you too.:)
Thank you very much, Patrick. 🙂
Yes, I feel I am becoming a bag of all stories .:) Thank you very much, Patrick .Have an amazing weekend .:)
Thank you so much for your good words.:)
Beautiful post very inspiring :’)
😊
Archita,
What a great picture and poem. Both have a lot of interesting tidbits. Have a great weekend!!!
Patrick
Archita,
What a great picture and poem. Well done!!! Have a great weekend.
Patrick
Wow! That is so beautiful Archita. Love the photo too hon. Great post. 😀 *big hugs*
Thank you very much, Ree, for the support. 🙂
Hmm, shadows are our true friends, No? 🙂 Thank you very much, Vishal. 🙂
Aww! You loved those ? I loved them too plus hope’s sewing .:D Whenever I talk about hope and daisy , I remember you. Thank you very much, C.K. 🙂
Thank you very much ,Itty , for your support and the tweet. I just followed you on Twitter to get instant update of your posts.
You’re one gifted soul, my friend. Wonderful.
Beautiful. We cannot leave our own shadow and we are often victim of the self. Good Morning, Archita:)
“like a bucket of assorted mythology” and “said the braided words that sing songs for her” – LOVE these two lines the most!
Archita, the whole poem is beautifully done and I love it! 🙂
I love this one. It resonates deeply. I tweeted it. 😊