Ashes Everywhere

By Srividhya Srinivasan

In the crucible of fate, shadows twirl,

A life unraveled, dreams unfurl.

Threads of hope, once woven fine,

Now lay scattered, a fractured design.

The tempest, a dance of fiery despair,

Yet through the flames, a soul laid bare.

Not in sorrow, but in fierce repair,

A resurrection from the ash-filled air.

No mourning for what's turned to dust,

In the embers, a spirit robust.

Beneath the ruins, resilience thrust,

A metamorphosis, a phoenix's trust.

Gone are the echoes, laughter's refrain,

Yet in silence, a melody to sustain.

A symphony of strength, an inner terrain,

Echoing defiance, breaking the chain.

Foundations may crumble, dreams may fade,

Yet in the ruins, a new path laid.

Not a lament, but a ballad played,

From the ashes, a serenade.

The journey, an odyssey, the road untold,

Yet within, a courage to unfold.

In destruction's wake, stories to be scrolled,

A narrative etched in embers, bold.

Scars, not wounds, adorn the skin,

A testament to battles fought within.

Each mark, a chapter to begin,

A tale of resilience, of fire akin.

Life, a canvas, where sorrows blend,

Yet in the palette, hues to mend.

Not a tragedy, but a journey to ascend,

From the ashes, a rebirth, a friend.

By Srividhya Srinivasan