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They Say, "Your destiny may not always be what you dreamt of".
I've always struggled to accept that, Maybe because I've been stubborn believer in stoicism, In the idea that a person can write his own destiny with discipline, Intent & Relentless efforts.
But then comes the inevitable question,
"If I believed that so deeply then why wasn't I able to Destine Myself to NLS/NALSAR Or any top 5 for that matter?
Why did I make peace with CNLU Patna?
Answer sits in blurred multifaceted dilemmas of efforts, Distractions, fate & Fairness.
Some answers I do know infact but they are really hard to accept,
Some are burried deeper in the question of fate and fairness
I may never fully know that was it the ink that spilled writing my destiny or it was the pen that dried out at the wrong moment.
But atleast I realised that life isn't a page but a book and now I have flipped the page again from CLAT (1126) to AILET (674) to CBSE Boards (90.8%)
It took me time to realise it's always reading the book even after the page doesn't turn out the way you imagined.
Brother Martin Luther King Jr. did not die in vain
Heck no, the Kennedy brothers did not die in vain
And countless brave protesters did not die in vain.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
It not easy to think and to write about the pain
Which our ancestors have endured over the years
They fought and died for this land of opportunities.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Heck no, Brother Malcolm X did not die in vain
Many brave young fighters did not die in vain
It is a shame that many agitators are so insane.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Jesus Christ was crucified and died for our sins
Presently, we cannot have a resurgence of gangs
Racist gangsters roaming in our lives like crazy ants.
The fight goes on, the struggle goes on.
Copyright© August 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
the last time I laughed uncontrollably was last week at my sister’s house
She and I are identical twins
We were celebrating our birthday
I kept reiterating stories we both knew
Where someone put me down.
“Caren, what HAVE you been eating?” from an old lady who was stupid.
Because I weigh forty pounds more than my twin.
A stupid old lady who dresses out at eighty-eight pounds.
Every time I said that my twin and I hooted with laughter.
Here is another one.
“Caren, where did you PUT it?”
I would say this in the snottiest voice of my mother.
Because she said this to me when I was twelve.
I had been sewing a new dress
out of green material with yellow mushrooms.
I loved this dress and kept working on it night after night.
Years later, my mother told me
that Daddy accidentally got grease all over it.
He thought it was a rag and used it to wash the car.
So, she threw it away.
“Caren, where did you put it?”
I still hear my twin laughing.
What did you expect
on your way to shared sanctuary today?
Did you expect to return unchanged?
The same as that earlier person
on your way?
What would be your purpose
for participating in this faithful revolution
with such slight anticipation?
What did you mean
when you said, about tomorrow,
It already is only the other side of this cameo-staged day?
The other side of yesterday
Each day as unique as fingerprints
worn down and raised up
pressed out to regrow in
harmed and healed
ridged and faded
miraculous unchanging change
between yesterday
and tomorrow's seamless identity.
On your way up and out this morning,
did you truly expect to go to sleep tonight
the same person,
a day older
but probably not sufficiently wiser?
On your way to sleep tonight,
rooted in yesterday's warm and cold experience,
why wouldn't you expect to arise tomorrow
in the second half of this conscious time,
changed by dreams of risky adventures
in unchanging opportunistic sanctuary?
Anonymous personal expectation
for intimate political anticipation
Withdrawn from constant shadow
drawn toward changing light.
I sit in my square box of grey walls, the iron bars
Zebra ,melancholy shadows across the concrete floor
I am not a teacher or lecturer ; You don’t have to listen to me
I just want to tell what to do ; before my house is your house
Respect your Parents, your Elders, your Superiors, Yourself and GOD
Be Honest and Loyal, reach in the recesses of your mind, the Memories
Of your youth, your upbringing, your manners being molded by your parents
There is no one greater than you, there is no one less, Open your Heart
Let Truth and Love emanate it rays to those around you to those YOU LOVE
Do not deceive “ LOVE”, as I have done : Always be fair , Listen to the Ages
Hone Your Morals, now or come join me on my ice cold steel bed If the past
Were given back to me I would follow my Parents’ Principles “I wouldn’t be Here
Assignment : Morals
Inspired by "A Rambling POET'S" Contest -- " In Search of the Human Mind "
This is a TRANSLATION from a Poem in Bengali (a regional language in India) by SAGARIKA DAS, who is my sister. My brother left us on July 5, 2021.
on this rainy day, in the dark...
where are you gone, my sweet brother?
we were all waiting for you,
for your return ...
we all would live together,
we all would surround you.
In this dark night,
where did you go, my kind brother?
with a heart-felt smile, with a heart-felt mind.
you used to extend your supporting hands,
you were for us all,
the sky above.
In this dark night,
where did you go, my sweet brother?
the field was yours,
when you had the ball,
status was never your concern,
it was humility, who were you.
your tolerance was as endless as an ocean,
your love equally knew no bounds,
your heart was as pure
as was your demeanour.
in this stormy night...on a solitary journey...where did you go,
my kind brother?
you created a cherished nest,
with your darling wife,
left the life of true happiness,
severing the bond,
on this rainy day, alone...
please come back, my brother.
July 7, 2021
How did we come to be,
you and me,
was it fate, karma, kismet,
or destiny?
How did we feel
it was the right time
to take a chance,
to fall into the trance,
that would lead to eternal
romance?
How did we know the feeling
was right?
Could it be you felt the soul
of the Poet,
and he got lost in your spiritual
light?
How did we come to be,
you and me,
was it fate, karma, kismet,
or destiny?
How did we know
it was the right time
to share a dream,
to believe in you and me,
to be free to allow our hearts
to feel the sweetness of love.
Could it be we felt that special
connection,
and knew this was the real
thing?
How did we come to be,
you and me?
I did not think I would be here.
The future was quiet,
No sound of it’s approach.
The day allowed for no escape,
No door or window
From the place that I was in.
I did not think I would be here.
So many days, like night , crushing quiet,
Only the light of missing stars.
Movement without touch.
Numb and frigid,
Rigid as a whispered drop of pin,
Beyond imagining.
I did not think I would be here.
A time of nothings, drawn from empty wells.
Unbalanced, broken lines of watered swells.
Stop sign, Red light,
Starting line with pistol raised,
Chamber emptied every night,
Blanks reloaded every day.
I did not think I would be here.
An opened door, turning on of light.
Rescued from the endless night.
I did not think I would be here.
One thought keeps us all alive;
One hope for tomorrow.
Do we hear a heartbeat other than our own.
I did not think I would be here.
Each day your Love
May save another life.
Marriage – our commitment for LIFE as husband and wife
It wasn’t a leap year when I proposed to you
But I'd got down on one knee, as it’s traditional to do!
We organised and paid for our own wedding day
This meant we had control and could do it ‘our' way
We got married two years to the day from our very first date
Both of us bubbling over with excitement, we just couldn’t wait
My hair was perfect, make up and manicure too
I wanted to look absolutely beautiful for you
The dress was of pretty peach, not a formal wedding dress
I’m not one for fussy frills and flounces I must confess
You wore a charcoal coloured suit and looked so very smart
Our vows committed us forever – I love you with all my heart
After our registry office ceremony we had a lovely meal
A carvery for close family and friends, the venue was ideal
We held a huge party for 300 guests later on that night
Our wedding day was perfect everything turned out right
The wedding night was spent at a beautiful local hotel
On learning it was our wedding day they really did excel
They upgraded us free of charge to their honeymoon suite
With champagne and chocolates and fresh fruit to eat
Edited and submitted to love poem contest
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Did we give it a fair chance
Did we just hold hands
And shared a dance
Did we ever feel
That what we had was real
Did you ever stop and think
Or retrack
That I was always the one who loved you and had your back
Through the ups and the down
You been smiling no more frowns
Did we start
A great pact
Said I'd always have your back
Did we start
A great pact
You are where my heart is at
I looked at you
And I saw
You have come so far
You have beat the odds played the right cards
Whens the last time that you poured
And sat back and let the Lord open the door
I know you are scared
I was too
Ohhhh, boy, to find someone to love you
The way I do
I don't know, but I'm prepared
To always be there
This song is for my future guy
You are amazing in me and God eye
Promise me you know your worth
Remember to always keep God first
Did we start
A great pact
Said I'd always have your back
Did we start
A great pact
You are where my heart is at
It's amazing when you find that person
That brings out
Your better version
(Repeat 1x)
Did we start
A great pact
Said I'd always have your back
Did we start
A great pact
You are where my heart is at
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
06/17/2023