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.
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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...
A lovely depiction of life passage as how you look into it whether the glass you see is half filled or yet to fill half.Enjyed a lot in sharing the poem
Different perspectives of life we see around us, yet the life remains the same......Its our perspective that leads our way.......... Among those numerous views about life, this metaphorical write is a lovely gem Indeed life is a chess, but are we the masters of our fate, or just pawns in hands of others? ...........we seek the answer............ a well composed write dear
Yes, life is a game of chess......a race one wins one loses............Geetha......very well composed........
Each twist and turn comes in WITH surprises. It's just A calculations. Stalemate is also a result in Chess. With your analogy you can compare chess with a war, wrestling, tennis, badminton etc.... Lovely poem
'' Did I win to loose everything or did I loose everything to win.'' the wonderful lines i have read after so many years in literature....love it...10
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)
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.
A Beautiful poem comparing life to a game of chess! Success depends on how well we make our move and to some extent our luck! Whether a sucess or a failure, if one can celebrate life, no doubt, it in itself will be a success. Your jubilant spirit predominates in all your poems! I don't know why I had problems in locating your page and sending comments! Geetha, thanks for your sweet comments
In a war you lose even when you win. Please read my poem 'Peace Lesson from History' which has some sentiments of war and peace. Thank you. I congratulate you on reaching a high rank among poets in the World and in India. Keep maintaining high quality in your poems. Wish you all the best in your writing.
If the loss is for Dharma(for Truth and Justice) as Arjuna one can be proud of even after such a heavy loss or one can bereave as Gandhari, mother of Kauravas. Your poem is very good.I give 10/10
The past is behind us the future in front, we must live in the 'now'.
celebrate the occasion, thanks, good write. present is always at our hands.
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