Stalemate
I gathered all my pieces
Arranged them by ranks
She did the same with ease
(Almost symmetrical)
And so the battle has begun
I made my first move
She countered it with hers
I have positioned my knight
Targeting the middle board
She pushed a pawn forward
I have to pull back
She released her bishop
Pointing to my King,
I blocked it with a Knight
She advanced her pawn further
I summoned my religious piece
Bishop near the knight
She goes for defense
Supported her advanced pawn
A breath on my part
I moved my King’s Knight
Towards her King’s side
Near the first tower
She wittingly castled
The battle continued
Almost an hour have passed
I devoured her defense pieces
Victory is almost mine
A mistake on my part
She positioned her King
To a corner, almost trapped
I advanced my queen
Only to find out..She’s out of space
Fool me, with all my resources
And her vulnerability,
I did not win,
Nobody won.
*Most of the time battles (quarrels) end in stalemate*
Interesting analogy between domestic (or love) quarrels and the chess play. The difference is that all the games ends in stalemate, nobody wins. I should extend the idea of this poem at life itself, but in this case life invariably wins.
ReplyDeleteWar was in my mind while doing this, look at the Iraq war, no one is winning, just like an unending waltz...it continue with the music of bombs and guns.
ReplyDeleteIt can be love quarrels also, the arguments may end at a time but when provoke, old battles will surface...again like waltz it goes on and on and on.