had always toyed with <br />this idea we call destiny <br />is it some pre-programmed stuff? <br />is it scripted by me? <br />i could never decide <br />whenever i felt myself <br />an agent of some force <br />i became a mere toy <br />in the hands of destiny that <br />turned me into a spectator and <br />whenever the agent took back seat <br />i became the proud architect <br />of my destiny struttering around in glory <br />but <br />...still at times <br />when i no longer had <br />the nerve to take <br />just another wink <br />i wondered what it would be <br />if you were with me <br />and it's at these moments <br />i clearly see the invisible hand of <br />destiny waving her hand in victory <br />and giving me a wry smile at <br />my utter helplessness <br />this is how destiny <br />has charted its course <br />for me in this life... <br />is what i would tell myself <br />unwillingly, though... <br /> <br />no longer in youthful arrogance <br />i now see <br />what i'm is <br />what my destiny <br />doled out to me <br />in all its benevolence... <br /> <br />27sep2009 <br />11.18hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-gratitude-to-my-destiny/
