Where the thread leads
Morning :-
I woke with threads around my wrist red, and pulsing like a promise missed.
I looked in the mirror,
My eyes , a battlefield of rain and heatwaves in June
It felt like another life - where you were the only truth.
Noon :-
In the beach full of people, i saw two souls,
Connected with a red thread, beside a child of four.
One had same eyes I have seen before
The other - too familiar for this world to ignore.
Then I realised - it was me
Before the tide
Took them apart
To the plantes on apposite sides.
Evening:-
It's raining outside , I was in a pool
Sipping my drink , remembering you ..
And suddenly the world changed
I was a swan in golden cage.
I saw you there bleeding in white skin,
The same red thread but -
This time the thread was blooded ink.
I mourn for your pain , i couldn't steal
But your blood promised , i would heal.
Night:-
Now it's my working time ,
I am seated in a formal dine.
Everyone is here , yet something's wrong
A sudden wind pulls me along
I was a sailor , selling spices
You were the trader , asking about finances.
Our eyes found each other,
Your gaze got soften.
We were caught between,
Midst and mountain.
Yet something stopped us ,
May be our differences.
You signed the deal , your finger slow
With ink the colour of threads we know.
It bled like fate across the page—
A vow unspoken, yet set in cage.
A final nod, a silent seal—
Goodbye, and the end of the deal.
Reality of midnight:-
The stars are dull through city glass
I walk alone as people pass.
I have seen your holy scars , your sacred face
But time has blurred your final trace .
I am still waiting, I will always wait
For you to come ,
To pull the red thread ,
To mend what fate forgot to make.
≈ inksoftly
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Spoiler 📍:-
The Red Thread of Fate ties two souls who are meant to meet. It may tangle, stretch, or fade—but it never breaks. This is a poem about that thread across lifetimes.












