The thing called destiny...

The way life goes,
The way your boat rows,
Looks like its in your hands,
Your victory and your throes.

But then,there are times,
When everything is a web.
And you are sure that before the day ends,
You'll either be damaged or dead.

But as the day goes by,
You feel it wasn't that scary.
Things work out when you aren't wary
of their presence or importance
in your dreams or your reality.
And the day ends without your losing your vitality.

Then you start to believe
In the thing called destiny.
It can kill you of an allergy
Or as the hero of a mutiny.
And you're just a single piece
in the puzzle of life.
And you don't know if your place
is in song or a strife.
Only when the game is coming to an end
Do you taste your role in the magnificient blend.

The thing called destiny
just drives you to the gate.
where life invites you
to its royal fete.

Different ways...

The way she waits for me at the doorway
And then shouts at me for not hearing her say
the way life is meant to be
And how I'm ruining it by trying to be free
And then the sorry look she gets
when she realizes her little girl upset
She doesn't advice me about life,instead
Quietly comes and kisses my forehead.


The way he always pushes me ahead
He cannot see my gusto defeated or dead.
So he's always trying to hold me straight.
When I fall with a thud and resign to my fate.
The way he has accepted that even daughter's grow up.
And are not always happy with an ice-cream cup.
The way he tries to hide how much he misses me.
Because emotional is not how a man is supposed to be.


The way he smiles when he sees I'm there.
The child in him beams out with cheer.
The way he's a mature man when he faces winter.
Yet he's never too old to tease his sister.
The way he becomes a friend when I need one.
And the next instant he'll be stealing cheese from my bun.
The way he has learned to live with focus and panache.
I see him as a man aware of his cache.

The way he searches his dreams in my eyes.
The way he needs me,and still denies
How much I am a part of him.
The way he argues that I'm not thin.
The way he sleeps like an innocent child.
The way simple gifts can drive him wild.
The way he helps me find my ground.
The way I miss him,when he's not around.

I love them all in different ways.
They bring me life and colour my days.
They are all that I need to smile and cry.
If they wouldn't have been,neither would I.