Owing To Fate Poem by nithya raghavan

The sunset carries his
orangish white cloak,
over the pale brown sand,
owing to a sudden,
turn of destiny, which
can also alter the invisible clock,
and make processes faster.
the blue beach turns
black with the silver
streak of a skunk,
that spreads over it,
being the speechless, voiceless,
noiseless, conditions of fate.
All our verses that,
spell out the future
predictions, our dreams,
that we strive to chase,
just powder themselves,
into letters, as the
seven-letter word, 'DESTINY',
shakes it violently like
a sudden volcano that
erupts from the mountain,
that grows grasses and herbs,
remaining once upon a time,
the green fountain of beauty.
the starlights twinkle in
our eyes, like diamonds of
our souls, which remain
colourless, and the word
'GOD' again sets spotlight on it.
if i spend seconds, minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months, years,
decades, centuries in building my
castle that i can, with a
pack of cards, assisting me,
and yet it is crumbled by
an earthquake, and placed
a sword, dissecting my happiness,
i cannot help but,
owe it silently to fate.................