Life's A Chessboard...
Life's A Chessboard...2 mins 69 2 mins 69
Life’s a chessboard, a game
You win some, you lose some in your name.
Treat them both as just the Same;
Lest it blemishes your embroidered name with a flame.
You are the man, the master, and yet the mortal king;
Forlorn alone, nonchalantly you see all and the sundry trying to cling.
You are the epicenter of vitriolic chaos, yet you merrily sing;
For such is your destiny-to survive the Ondine's curse and feel the sting.
You live for her, she perishes for you-that's your mesmerizing queen;
Your love, your lust, your Cleopatra and your Madeline.
You lose her and the nefarious souls haunt you like Halloween;
Her vicinity is your safe abode, making you feel like heaven at eighteen.
Your ardent dreams transpire in the mighty knight;
Meandering to your panoramic delight, it serves you with a spirited sprite.
Braving up a stoic fight it kindles a ray of light,
No matter how silhouetted be the midsummer's night.
Forbearance is indispensable for the erring you-so the rook;
Your rector, your marquees, your firewall castle and your cook.
Flanks you from pernicious vandalism, keeping you serene like the silent brook;
But, mind my words, it can surge you to your destiny by playing hook or crook.
It’s not always love when you kiss-up;
Feeble alone, you pair up and wreak havoc on the usurp.
No straight paths, you two cross-walk in sinister dress-up;
And there, my friend, you masquerade as the BISHOP.
You make fallacious moves, yet you get d wreath of win;
You play just and right and yet, at times, you taste the bin.
You are bestowed with unprecedented help and at times you feel undone facing the chagrin;
For be it life or chess, you are a cipher without the divine providence, the god-the kingpin.
Life’s a chessboard, a game,
You win some, and you lose some in your name..............