Destiny.


Destiny, she’d once thought drove it all and always,
And now says he, we write our own, we only.
She’s giving it a thought, and trying to play the idea,
Whether or not writing it, taking responsibility.

Fate, karma, luck, eternity-
All words denoting a lifetime of choices.
Whether or not independent and unrelated,
Intertwined with destiny somehow, its offshoots, its voices.

The question now, is not necessarily destiny itself,
It is reason, of the thought, and the occurance.
The question also being, whether she is destined to understand the reason itself,
And whether reason in itself is strong enough to reach A CONSEQUENCE.

– Stuti

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The joy of an innocent smile


A baby smiles not knowing the complications of life
A baby smiles not knowing the future of time
He smiles not knowing his pain, his day
He smiles enjoying the game he plays.
My smile I wish was just like a baby’s-
Unaffected, unmatched, happy and chirpy.
Relaxing, yet draining, yet long and worthy.
I play, I tire, I retire
I sing, I dance, my wings catch fire.
I smile, I laugh, I curtly give gestures
I still can’t manage a smile so I just let her be.
Oh smile! Be kind, be effortless
Be good, stay forever, so evil times may hurt less.
Dear baby, please teach me, and guide me so your smile inspires me,
Coz a smile lights up the world, it makes you shine, spreads joy and sometimes leads to a better DESTINY.

-Stuti