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We Called It Life; A Poetic Justice

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With everyone we met, we struck a chord that made the music To which we danced and called it all life. And when the dance ended, did we cry? Of course, we did, and yet again

We called it life.  With every dream we dreamed, and then we had to trim, We composed the melody to which our hearts beat in haste.

And for every dream that shattered we hurt our feet on shards of glass

But we turned the ones we picked into crystals and they hummed together the song; We called it life. 


With the ambition that carried us away, from less to more, from more to less,

But never enough, we ran out of breath in the race and

We called it life. 


And then we stopped time and again, while the dark clouds that had chased us,

Pinned us down until it rained more tears than raindrops. 

Through the crystals of the tears, we saw the light spread into colors, And then they dropped to moisten the soil in which our roots grew even deeper.  In our newfound Fortitude, we found a resolve to yet again take a chance to live, A chance we seized and called it life.   


Two steps forward three steps back we stumbled on the choreography, of those around us. We mirrored the dance they called life, to lose our reflection but never our essence. To search on the outside and match it with the inside

Is a quest we embarked on and called it life. 


Our strides then shrunk to find the truth in the pauses we took to take some rest. It was buried under everything that had to be dropped. 

And when all that is not the truth drops, we find the legs on which honesty stands. 

Playing hide and seek to be something, to be nothing, and to be it all, all at once;

We made a game and called it life. When we forgot to keep it fun,

The game played us back, we called it fate, we called it life.  We desired deeper and that came at the cost of losing what had no roots,

Losing the anchors that brought us down, finding aloneness in which we sank or swam, And sometimes just floated in solitude. 

Losing and then finding ourselves, we made up many stories,

Wrote many songs, and sang some melodies. We called it life.


-Mehar Mira-


Jul 1

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