Quest With My Destiny Poem by Neha Kaushik

I lay curled in a dark corner,
Forming a blanket around,
Feeling insecure and unprotected,
Rejected and dejected,
Scared and terrified,
Wondering what fate holds for me next?

It has always taken everything away from me,
when I almost got them.
It created so many hurdles in between,
when it was a clear road.
It forced me on a sinking ship,
when I was sailing safe.

So will it again play its cruel strokes?
Will it again dessert me as it has before?
Will I again become its bait in its foul plays?
Will I again be punished by its merciless ways?
Will it again write my story with a red ink?
Will it again make my soul weep and my heart sink?

I'm tired of being a mere puppet in the hands of my destiny.
I want to be freed from its chains.
I cannot live this way anymore.
I want to write my own story.
I want to sketch my own future.
I won't let it play games any more.


[Written on: : 07.06.2006]