As destined.....
The doctor exclaimed
as I was delivered..
from my mother's womb ..
where I grew protected.
Flowers received,
Blessings showered,
Train of life boarded...
As destined.....
Fumbling all the way,
Fighting the odds to live,
Couple of attempts succeeded,
Galore of them failed
As destined.....
Walking the labyrinthine corridors of religions,
In search of God who lays claim on my destiny,
Trying to align and not to be an alien,
Questioning everything but not in mutiny....
With the ' I ' which is me,
With an eye unable to see ' ME ',
Gasping to HIS roll and pitch,
Searching colours for my ' unfinished ' sketch,
In this unending saga of ' Lives ' ....
As destined......
Some ' learned ' changed Gods ,
To a better ' Author ' of better ' Destiny ',
Trying to figure which God for what destiny,
Stung by the very thought ...
Aghast I am driven......probably,
As destined.
The doctor exclaimed
as I was delivered..
from my mother's womb ..
where I grew protected.
Flowers received,
Blessings showered,
Train of life boarded...
As destined.....
Fumbling all the way,
Fighting the odds to live,
Couple of attempts succeeded,
Galore of them failed
As destined.....
Walking the labyrinthine corridors of religions,
In search of God who lays claim on my destiny,
Trying to align and not to be an alien,
Questioning everything but not in mutiny....
With the ' I ' which is me,
With an eye unable to see ' ME ',
Gasping to HIS roll and pitch,
Searching colours for my ' unfinished ' sketch,
In this unending saga of ' Lives ' ....
As destined......
Some ' learned ' changed Gods ,
To a better ' Author ' of better ' Destiny ',
Trying to figure which God for what destiny,
Stung by the very thought ...
Aghast I am driven......probably,
As destined.
posted by Shyam | 9:16 am
2 Comments:
Often times, I wonder what should I do, because I want to do the right thing. Earlier on, it was easy to do the right thing. Like Lord Hanuman had Lord Ram to guide him, I had the Lord Ram in my mind to tell me. Now, Lord Ram has gone back to Ayodhya with Sita. And I have nobody to guide me, but, my own self.
Today, I stand and I ask: Where is my Lord Ram? I ask.
In my search outside for my Lord Ram, the eye is unable to look for the Ram in me
I chuckle at the thought: "I am Lord Ram. I decide what is right for me to do". Because, it has never been so.
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