A Story Unaltered

Two trembling hands
scribing ardently
on old pale crispy papers
trying to overwrite
the already written
in their attempt
to redo the story
which had already met
its fate long back

a little change here
a silly twist there
reshuffling the sequence
undoing few events
some emotions left unexpressed
some reactions left undisplayed
some words deleted
some acts excluded
bringing a smile here
adding a kiss there
changing the frown into a grin
replacing the gloom with a glim
those blues made to be fun
those fights entirely shunned
adding more stars to the nights
bringing more hues to the lights

but as the story would unfold
and the dreary end would unroll
the trembling hands
would soon realise
that their attempts were
unavailing and futile
that no matter how hard
they would have tried
there were things destined
they could never have defied
for the twists and the garbles
and all the little bends
can only tweak the story
but not alter its end.


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    1. Thanks so much Mark ! I am glad you liked my work. Please do keep visiting my little world. Your blog looks very interesting and I look forward to reading more from you.

      Cheers !!
      Chhaya 🙂


    1. Thanks so much Prakash ! I loved the movie “The Time Traveler’s Wife”…have you seen it ? Anyway, the poem wasn’t inspired by it. There’s one poem titled “Time Machine” which I wrote some days back. Not sure if you have read it. 🙂

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          1. oh, okay. He tries to save his love by building a time machine and traveling to various era. But in every story/era, she dies.

            The plot of the movie somewhat resembles to your poem. I hope you get that logic by now.. 😀

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  1. Beautiful… reminded me of the following lines from Ghalib

    हुई मुद्दत कि ग़ालिब मर गया पर याद आता है
    वो हर एक बात पर कहना कि यों होता तो क्या होता

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  2. Aww..chhaya this one is so cute and painful at the same time. You can try altering the story but it remains unaltered. I believe in destiny. It’s such a pleasure to read this poem of yours.

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    1. Dear Myra, thanks for reading my poem and for sharing your personal experience. I am glad you could finally get your piece the way you wanted it to be.

      Much love,
      Chhaya ❤


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