The Knot
The Knot
A day of colors and promises
Comes alive in reality and truth
Bringing with itself soft melancholy
An extravagant beauty in the air
Melody breezing the atmosphere
Its a day of reunion between two
The ones who had to part in previous birth
Again, together to unravel the mystery of life
A web of threads to tangle and sort
Vast and wide, reborn to tie the knot
Pieces of cloth cannot tie this knot
Or maybe yes, it can.
Its a bond more profound
An agreement to stand by together
Until death once again part their ways
She was a person in the present
One who worshipped this ritual
Where bonds are stronger and honest
Hopes painted with dreams is all she had
The knot was supposed to make her glad
She knitted her world thread by thread
Expectations from the only one who belonged there
The one on the other side of the knot
By whom she would come and sit quietly
Who had the right key to sort
And untangle this mystery of life
She unturned the locks one by one
Disappointed each time, she left no hope
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Her lips raised each time eyes would meet
Stones would shine away from the diamonds
As long as she swayed and moved
Constructing the castle with her hands
Her hands that would rise to pray or grant a wish
Bereft of the ornaments she wore once
Decorated her hands, worked with her
Rewarded to her for tying the knot
No more announcing their presence
Time ticked counting each stone
Relations that kept her moving every hour
Never did she untie or flee
She stayed and stood rooted to the ground
Her heart would melt like liquid gold
Filling her castle with vibrant ecstasy
She got younger each day, a child's charm
Quietness absorbed all that came her way
Allegations did not touch her anymore
Soon enough she was a hefty burden
Upon all whom she selflessly served
Not many days or nights, but lifelong
An eternity passed as she awaited the end
The locks are all she would carry
To her new life and existence of a soul
As she prepares, a doubt raises in her mind
Is the eminence of the knot she had tied
Not long ago..