Day 2 of Poetry till I get some Exposure
The Red Thread Conundrum
In the tapestry of love, a red thread weaves,
a whispered promise, a tale one believes.
It binds two souls , in fate’s gentle embrace,
a dance of destiny in a timeless space.
The allure of the thread, so vivid and bright,
suggests our paths are drawn by the light.
Two hearts destined to meet, though worlds may divide,
an invisible bond that fate cannot hide.
Yet as we wander through love’s winding ways,
we find that this notion can lead us astray.
For in seeking the perfect we often forget,
that love is a journey not just a duet.
In the shadow of soulmates complacency grows,
A belief that affection should always compose
an effortless symphony, a flawless refrain,
but love in its beauty is woven with pain.
When the storm brews in silence and tempests collide,
we question the thread as we turn to confide,
Is this not my soulmate? Is love a guise?
We seek a new heart, chasing phantoms of skies.
Yet the connection lies deeper than fate,
in the choices we make and the bonds we create.
For love is garden where the seeds must be sown,
with care, understanding and patience grown.
Friendships and families in their unique grace,
hold stories of love, time cannot erase.
Not all paths are written in the stars above,
yet every embrace can be true love.
So let us embrace the threads, varied and rich,
Celebrate the prefect, the mundane, the niche.
For love is not merely a fated decree,
it is the laughter, the struggle, the shared cup of tea.
In this conundrum of red threads and souls,
we find that the heart is what truly consoles.
Destiny whispers, but we write our own song,
in the tapestry of life, where all hearts belong.
Got the idea from this reel-
