A Tryst With Destiny
She crossed the gnarled palm with silver
gazing excitedly into the crystal ball
the shadowy murkiness slowly dissipated
she beheld her lover under the eaves of
the old church tower with herself
the cypress drooping n swaying casting
silvery shadows,the moonlight creating
glowing patterns in her golden hair…
Now she scanned her dreams frantically
to keep her Tryst with destiny……..
Childhood memories seeped thru n she saw
the church tower near grandma’s house
the old cypress playing hide n seek with
the moonlight,an owl hooting in the hush
of night, crickets,grasshoppers holding
endless conversations, a mouse darting,
the Toad,self appointed town crier, all
tiptoed into her consciousness and past recollections and now she knew
her lover was waiting n she had to
keep her Tryst with destiny….
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Shakespeare
What God writes on your forehead you will become.
The Koran
c. 500 AD, Islamic Religious Bible
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
Dag Hammarskjold
1905-1961, Swedish Statesman, Secretary-general of U.N.
Originally Published: September 9, 2006
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Anguish
Silent screams rise and fall
With the ebb tide of my fears
In the pit of my sinking stomach
Creating an uproar of sorts
Fear and uncertainties of life
Have been born out of gloomy
Predictions by the soothsayer
Who warns direly, taking his tithe
Rational thoughts try a comeback
Unsuccessfully, being prevailed upon
By irrational fear of calamities yet
To befall or not as future is unknown
Why die several deaths in anticipation
I ask myself again and again, in vain
The disconnect between head and heart
Is too great, and that is my life’s bane!
Am trying to rise above this gloom
And doom which may all be untrue
And not happen, for the very essence of
Life is to live each moment to the brim
Anguish of mind has driven thousands to suicide; anguish of body, none. This proves that the health of the mind is of far more consequence to our happiness, than the health of the body, although both are deserving of much more attention than either of them receive.
C. C. Colton
Originally Published: September 8, 2006
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