Destiny

An insect in the pupa stage, the metamorphosis as excruciating; 

Struggling to break open all, catch a glimpse of the world wonderful,

Peep into the intricacies of the universe; yet not willing to abandon

The cosy comfort of what has been the world:

Like a child holding in its tenacious fist

Every joy it found: the rain and the mist.

Lonely on the crossroad in a strange land,

With eyes searching for an unknown love,

Hoping to hear the footsteps of the ‘Seraph’.

The Minutes walking past quickly and

The vast diversity of life engendering perplexity.

Lonely on the crossroad in a strange land,

Looking on helplessly to follow Destiny

Hiding away in a gleeful maze…

Standing in the middle of a battlefield,

Amidst thousands and thousands rushing on...

To what avail? On whose word?

Looking for a 'Krishna' to guide

Striving to identify Heaven's cue...

-Smriti Tripathi