Ligo Haibun -Mirror

Ligo Haibun Challenge: 08/11-14/11

The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.

This week the the hosts have offered us two word prompts -“Mirror” and “Faery” and we have to choose one.My choice is Mirror.

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As I journey on in this life, I catch myself looking back more often than before. The rear-view mirror of my soul reflects so much I have learnt, enjoyed, lost and shed tears on that I find it difficult to take my eyes off it. The more I age, the more my eyes stray to it ,reflecting back images that somehow look larger than life-closer than the present, clearer than what I can see –in my future.

This quirkiness of mine made me introspect, wondering if it is a natural corollary of ageing or is it just nostalgia hitting this spring chicken-you know old wine being displayed in a new bottle? After all packaging is important for a successful sale! Maybe, my heart yearns to be young again-well, the body too, ha! ha!

Childhood has a fragrant innocence that we remember only wisps of –too ephemeral to be contained in our memory except as stray strands of grey hair that seem to appear overnight and startle us in the mornings. Youth, as we all know is fleet –footed and is gone even before we have fully realized it’s potential. To most of us youth is that glass of elusive elixir that we have just dared to take a sip or two from before it is snatched away from us, making us wish that we could have tasted some more!

Ah, but I digress. All this introspection brought home the point that the soul’s mirror just reflects what we want to see. I admit, travelling on the road of life, we need to look back at times ,for  it gives us an idea of our bearings, filling us with a sense of achievement or purpose to see how far we have come .  However, just like we cannot keep looking into the rear –view mirror of a vehicle while driving and have to focus our attention ahead on the road to avoid accidents and keep moving ahead, so in life we need to keep our  eyes on the here and now. We cannot forget that we need to take in the passing scenery and enjoy it too. Life is a journey –each phase unique-to be lived fully.

Wiping the dust off all the mirrors that make my soul, I am determined to make the best of this life with a spring in my step. So what if it is the autumn of my life? I believe that just like the spring and summer of my life were beautiful, the coming seasons will make me richer in experience too. Can you hear me laughing and saying, “Bring them on?”

 

Life mirrors longing

soul twists twirls -in nostalgia

lessons learnt, move on

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A thing called life (Ligo Haibun)

Ligo Haibun Challenge – 01/11-07/11

Hello friends and readers,today make my debut in another new arena-the Haibun. Encouraged and gently guided by none other than Managua Gunn,am ready to take my first tentative steps in this genre of writing.The picture prompt for this Haibun is below-

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Hope my submission below is not too disappointing 😛

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A thing called life

 

She shivered. “Is it the autumn chill or the chill in my heart? Or maybe I am getting old!” She smiled ruefully at that thought.

 

Fitting a lifetime of memories in cardboard boxes and packing cases is not an easy task but he managed to go through the paces. With the last bit of memory rolled up and packed away, the house resonated with an emptiness that had made its home in his heart, the night it all ended.

 

Life is so like seasons, she mused .Everything is same, yet all is new. Only our perspective changes, just like the leaves changing colour. Nature shows us the way, but we human beings resist change.

 

Standing outside on the busy road, he looked up and for a moment saw her at the window, leaning out and laughing .His blinked his eyes. His treacherous heart was playing tricks-again. The once familiar neighbourhood, felt so alien today.  It seemed just yesterday, when he had carried her in and gently set her down in the hallway of their new home. How her eyes had sparkled, proud and happy to be beside him.

 

Promises really don’t mean anything, do they, her mind probed. We just trade words for possible dreams, probable hopes, for a future unseen. Just like the tree has no idea which of the leaves will change colour in autumn or be the first to detach itself, none of us know what will stop breathing first-a relationship or life..

 

Their life had been so full-of love, of happiness, of unbridled joy and all because they were together. The children, when they came brought in their share of blessings, which just strengthened their bond. What he did not foresee was the cruel blow that fate was planning, for he was bewitched by lady luck’s limitless bounty.

 

The evening gloom had begun to permeate the garden outside, she observed.Within, the icy tentacles of despair were curling around her hapless heart. Counting slowly to ten, she eased her breathing and told herself, “Don’t be a ninny! You need to be strong. You have to tell him that you are leaving-he deserves that much!”

 

Why she kept it a secret till the last moment, he failed to understand. She had always been so open. He had panicked and chaos had ensued. He felt betrayed-it was so unfair…he had had no time to even grieve her loss…

 

Flurry of seasons

momentary joy-deaf to

the tolling death knell

 

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