Life is like playing a chess.
It's moving in a slow pace
Unknown of what happens next.
Each twist and turn comes in surprises.
It's just mere calculations.
Some times it may work,
Some times it may not.
One step forward,
With two steps backward.
Just missed a step,
Chopped is the head.
Protecting the king and queen.
Aren't we in that place.
Life will move on fighting and defending,
But many things get lost on its way.
Protecting one,
Moves forward or retreat backward.
Sometimes forced or ready to attack.
Though one never wanted to.
Some one is cut off protecting self.
Reason maybe simple for an attack.
The fight keeps on going till the end.
Even though one may want to leave the ground,
Once started you cannot quit
Till you win or die.
Thats the rule in the battle field.
Finally...
When the winner is declared.
With a checkmate
Just turn around and see,
How many have you lost.
The lost ones may be your dear ones.
Did I win to loose everything
or did I loose everything to win.
I am confused.
Whether I should.....
Celebrate the Success,
Or
Celebrate the Failure.
Yes, Life is a Chess!
© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights Reserved.
dearest poetess, thanks for these poems art of writes is likely to a painting... try to be a artist and love it
I am not good as a chess player, but i am the surface of what the chess played on...i am the strategy on their steps, from both sides...because me i am harder than any strategy they could read..because i am Unwritten Soul hahhaha..joking_Soul
wisdom on event theory(Probability) paradoxical derivation chess board to real life win or loose only for satisfaction porus lost but won If one wins the heart wins the world a proverb fulcrum on both side victory and defeat nice poem shared with you 10
Somehow we have to make the moves. It is important that in your chess game played with life`s situations, we are all seen around close. I enjoyed reading your poem reaching out to the situations as rivals with might.
I love playing Chess in reality. Thank you so much for sharing this meaningful poem. I am amazed how you created these words you have in your mind into an excellent poem. Please, celebrate only your success and never the failure, since life must go on forward, celebrate the failure, means you step backward, though for a minute, but you will hang in it. I surely have enjoyed very much this amazing poem, dear Geetha. Myriad of 10's
Life will move on fighting and defending, But many things get lost on its way. Protecting one, Moves forward or retreat backward. Sometimes forced or ready to attack. Though one never wanted to..... it is so. In this present society it is seen. Nice theme. It is beautiful poem with nice presentation. Thanks.
all poems are own life and blood sweetness and pain and filled with love
Did I win to loose everything or did I loose everything to win. These two lines of this amazing poem forced me to think who will be a winner in an atomic war? Or both will be losers!
your poem of chess reminds me harry potter movie number one...that was filled with horror...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spare a thought for the simple pawn who having moved can never go back To kill, be killed or to flower as a queen His destiny if he reaches the last rank And each king may share a common fate Something we call a very stale mate (Good work - keep writing)