No matter how often I fail,
I am not a failure unless I quit.
Therefore, I will not give up,
God has a good plan for my life.
I am going to fulfill my destiny,
and be all I can be for His glory.
I can do all the things I need to do,
and everything that God calls me to do.
I know God created me, and He loves me.
God is with me to strengthen and sustain me.
He has promised never to leave me nor forsake me.
“Cupid be gone!” said she…
“I’ve had enough of your folly
and wish not to be pierced by your arrow”
“Cupid please keep your distance” said he…
“pierce not this heart
that grieves for a lover gone”
days passed and neither knew
nor saw their paths converging,
for cupid and fate could not be discouraged…
letting them be…for a while only teasing them…
a missed bus ride…a missed train…
paths on opposite sides…
benches on opposite ends…until…
the perfect moment…both completely unprepared…
a brush of their fingers…
the scent of her hair appealing to him…
their eyes meet…a blush on her cheeks…
his awkward silence…a smile…a twinkle in her eye…
then fate happened…and cupid
retreated with a smile…satisfied…a job well done…
photo: Léon Bazille Perrault’s “Cupid’s Arrows”
The Lush beauty of this life within myself.
Awaken my soul.
Open my eyes.
I want to see, touch and taste your love.
My womb is filled with a creation that is divine.
My spirit’s doula says “push it’s time”,
so I take a deep breath inhaling courage and exhaling resistance.
My soul has awakened because I have given birth to my destiny.
Climbing round ladders
of rickety frame
flying down chutes faster and then
climbing with burden
upon steel girder
wondering, worrying why this world
is whirring out-of-order
fast wooden fervor
without time to plan
the next turn, loop, upside down hoop
shaking your brain, hoping to recoup
roller coaster mama
climbing high, high, higher
arms in the air
steady tracks, not there?!
free fall of hope, crashing in disrepair
despaired of parts, waiting for her next dare
roller coaster mama, destiny declared!
climbing, careening
sucking candied carnival air.
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The glimmering gold grabbed by a rag picker from garbage,
Not knowing its value, throws it away.
What can we do about it?
The fate is all that would guide us all- rag pickers.
PS:- I hope no one gets offended by my choice of words. Well, if you’re offended, feel free to share your thoughts. I would most definitely analyse them.
Laughing its way to the hell- my destiny
Shows me everything bad that has been done to me
It gives a wake to the moments I tried shutting off my mind
It shows me how it would feel to understand them all over once again
My destiny- whether being cruel or not, it is though hurting me
It is going towards the hell of my being where there is nothing
But the void of me that could have never been accepted by even me
I am not making much sense, I know but it is my destiny
Making me do so… oh… how much powerless I do feel right now…
A bean grows
under a leaf in the sun
and lives a full bean’s life
Sails the seas,
Sees the world.
After which,
thrust into fire
pulverized to dust
scalded with steam
and without complaint,
and without enough ceremony
to fill a cup
completes its art.
