Puzzled
I climb the spiral staircase, one step at a time,
I seem to walk in circles, morning, noon and night.
Nothing ever changes, yet nothing is the same,
So subtle are my footsteps, yet I falter again.
Peaceful is the tread, slippery is the edge,
With laughter and joy, or despair sharp as a knife,
Every step leaves me puzzled,
On the spiral staircase of life.
This is really great, I like this metaphor as much as I like the illustration.
ReplyDeleteDeep and meaningful, I love it.
ReplyDeleteVery true your words, Sujata
ReplyDeletewith a few words you have made a synthesis of what it means to live.
Congratulations, you're a great poet, and obviously, sensitive artist!!!!!!!!!
I love how the staircase looks like a large leaf. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYou captured a whole lot in both the illustration and the poem. Very well done.
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