Call it karma, call it fate, call it destiny
There is a force unseen that blows our course.
And yet as we roll and tumble
We wish to be free
And so resist
Shake our fists in defiance of the gods
And innovate, invent and imagine our way
Into a better life.
But still we suffer pains and dissatisfactions
With every up and down,
Still we roll and tumble
Along the path of our destiny.
But the spark of freedom catches and glows
As we feel it is our right to be “Me!”
My body my choice, my mind my choice
My life to be self-determined…
As the path divides and turns
Into a broad tangled delta
Before the sea.
Where does it all end? We don’t know
But we can see
The desire to be our own gods of destiny
Unleashes every possibility
From Pandora’s transhuman box of demons
In our lust to just be me.
(9/15/25)
Stand firm though winds may try to break your will,
Dare to begin where endings cast their shade.
Endings are myths that stubborn minds distill,
Sow your own path though doubts may leave you frayed.
Withstand the tide, for even storms grow still,
Drive your soul where inner truth is laid.
Never allow others to make life less than what you want yours to be!
Written October 5, 2022
Day by day, our lives are worn away
That is nature, needs no undue fuss
But let it be by things we choose to do
And not by things unwilling done to us
Self-determination for all
Freedom is not always what it is supposed to mean
It gets curtailed by the influence of the world we live in,
for many freedoms is scary, they prefer freedom within
the cage that is full of seed in all colour you can think of;
such as a religion of choice and *********** to satisfy your
hidden desire.
A canary sat on a perch inside its confinement and noticed
the gateway was open, it flew out and the feeling of freedom
was intense, think sitting on a bookshelf and crapping on
a newspaper the “Guardian” on the small table by the chair.
A window was open, more freedom, it flew out sat on
the branch of a tree, feeling totally free and no one would say:
how blue the bird is?
A raven, shiny black saw the bird and the was that
a few blue feathers are blowing in the breeze.
My fight is not about fists and kicks
My fight is about absorbing pain and defeat
My fight is not about climbing the highest peaks
My fight is about self-realization overcoming self-deceit
The most courageous act is still to think for yourself.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will power & self determination.
I am a crazy traveller.
I walk on the wind.
I am a friend for my all friends.
I meet everyone with a smile as Charity.
There are countless aims or target in my empty pockets .
There are big dreams in my small eyes.
Decorate my paths with self respect,dignity & pride. Open your arms
I am coming O Life, I am just coming.
Come,Be friend with me.
I have listened to my heart & soul.
I shall always listen to my heart & soul.
I have lived like crazy.
I shall always live like crazy.
I do not care for any kind of my victory or defeat.
I am in love with those people who donot hate & hurt true love feelings of real lover.
I Donot like to hate & hurt people.
Raise the skies
Raise them even higher
Let me open my wings
Let me enjoy the flight.
I am full of determination
Just Test me.
I am self determined pious maiden muslim girl
The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
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