A Conundrum Called Life

There is a time in life when complexities are synonymous with a math problem or building a bird’s nest for a school project. Reading Nancy Drew books, hidden under the desk, in class or cracking the graphs for the first time in a physics exam; these make for adventures in the spring of life, arguably the best part of it. These heart-beat increasing and sweat inducing moments are precious and make childhood a happy escape. But then you grow up. And before you even know it, life is this riddle with its millions of pieces strewn in front.

But it’s not easy for the final image is only a shifting reflection in your mind’s eye; transforming with every passing year. You are told that from there on up until the finish line you have to place the pieces together, one by one, and maybe one day if you’re lucky enough the final rendition will be as beautiful as Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

Like it or not Life’s a jigsaw puzzle and the kind of life you end up leading depends on how good you are at putting all the bits back together.

Pieces, here and there
Some hazed out,
Some crystal clear.
Whether inclement
Or shining,
The weather,
Picking each fragment,
Setting together
Life’s puzzle,
Onus on life’s trouper.
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Linking this post to NaBloPoMo and Writetribe’s Wednesday Prompt-6


31 thoughts on “A Conundrum Called Life”

  1. Starry night.. a creation realized while staying in an asylum …. that's the scary part of starry night… Is it that final realization is only possible this way… I am more attuned to what piyush Mishra propose in “Ik bagal main!.. what say?

  2. Well said Nabanita. Life is a puzzle and we are all busy in picking up the pieces and filling up the spaces..We hardly try to get in the right piece and those who does, wins the race of life.

  3. have not heard “Ik bagal main!…. I guess I like the Starry night for it gives an impression of beauty outside of this messed up world…

  4. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUjPo2UMxKk … Check out once.. Sure you would like it… precisely.. Beauty outside of this messed up world.. "messed up" is the operating word … right?… this is exactly what my inner self contest… what fun is it going to be if I am not in the middle of “messed up”… having said this, your page is outstanding, your discipline is commendable & your thoughts are well thought provoking. Thanks for allowing me share my viewpoint.

  5. Very well said. Life's multifaceted. An author says that Life is like an onion. You peel it layer after layer and at the end of it you find there's nothing in it.

  6. Love the poem. I often wonder bout the carefree days and the complex days of life where we need to gather the pieces. How I wish the carefree days would be back!

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