The Game of Life
I’d written this poem a long time ago, thought of bringing it out, dusting and shining it, now that Blogadda has announced the Game of Blogs. I am a humble team member of a team called Spellbinders. We also have a nice shiny logo
The team is fun, young and full of energy. As a fiction writer, my writing has been a solitary exercise. Me and Madam Muse go for walks where we converse with the characters. Madam Muse and I then argue among ourselves on how the story moves forward. Sometimes she wins, sometimes I do.
Mostly the characters win. Some of them, like Sumit in my latest book His Father’s Mistress simply take over. In Chakra, Mickey the scamp overshadowed everyone. Characters …
For me it is a new experience to collaborate with others and write a story. Overwhelming too.
The Game of Life
Life is the ultimate chess game
Uncertain, exciting, full of thrill
It can set your blood aflame
Living a lifetime requires skill
There are no best moves
No one gives you cues
Sometimes you win, Great!!!
At other times you are the bait
White is not at all evil
Black is not the devil
Pawn can become King
Skill makes you win
The game of life is chequered
There are no magic catchwords
Its all about patience and strategy
Its no place for a cry baby
So plan your game, use your pawns
Live life fully from dusk to dawn
Gamers adept are playing having fun
Last man standing the game has won
We are writing a book, each team member has a chapter to write. The kind of ideas being thrown up every minute is sheer insanity, but so far we have managed to keep to the schedule. Go Spellbinders! This poem is for you.
Team members:
Farida Rizwan, Sunita Rajwade, Bhavya, Ankita Singhal, Bushra M, Ryan Fernandes, Kunal Borah, Ankit Mahato, Deepa and me
Here are the chapters written so far
Chapter No. 3 : If Looks Could Kill
Chapter No. 4 : The Flower that never Bloomed
We are participating in the Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.
