These shells
move from one shore
to another
carrying along so many
memories.
Some good, some bad
some cheerful, some sad
So many love stories
so many mourns
echo inside
these hollow pods.
They flow
with the flow
filling the gap
satisfying hopes
building memoirs.
Eve and Nautilus -- Tony Hyden
DESTINY'S FATE
People surmise destiny
To be the whole shebang,
But who makes your fate
Not a soul understands.
The demeanor we manifest
Makes the whole apex.
Do the lines on your hands
Articulate your individuality?
Then what about the thinking
And the fringe of our reflection?
Man is an incurable enigma to himself,
Where what is rectitude and iniquity
Is all surrounded by sham discernment.
How inexorable life is beseeming?
What periphery is a human creating?
Where is the world ending?
Why is the society muddling?
Can we perceive
it to be destiny or karma
Or mere solicitude
of belief or enigma?
Life is a commotion of emotions
That takes the journey to uproar platform.
Where stinginess and grandstanding
Are leaving behind solicitude and benevolence.
Destiny, luck,
karma, fate
Are all names
that reinstate composure.
Rest it's all
dogmatic and hard work
That takes you
up in the celestial sphere!
Something Something -- CaptainWeirdness
