Motioning Destiny Poem by Vishwas Anand

You strike with a subliminal force that would defy,

Staring me in my face as you vividly imply,

‘Take me if thy soul quenches in a cry,

And melts with the agony of a fate so scorchingly dry’.


As the sands of time make patterns adrift,

You can change its path making inroads so swift,

Dealing blows to my mind in a gruelling rift,

That weighs down in turmoil with the impulsive shift.


I cede to the reins of my train of thought,

As tracks plot their journeys to change my lot,

I halt you dead in your track in a fearsome knot,

Adding fuel to my mind that seems fraught in a clot.


‘Twould need feline grace to fill my voids with lace,

Lest I miss my chance by a whisker of space,

A hair’s breadth counts in almost ev’ry race,

As my mind craves for space at a better pace.


Ev’ry dot speaks to create a bigger picture,

I thus train my mind in a valiant fit of composure,

Connecting dots that would define the breadth of my future,

With a monumental frame that would complete the picture.