THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR

The  series of i-poems titled “Destiny” is completing its course with this seventh poem. Still the question, what destiny is, remains unanswered. And by the way, none of our intentions were even closer to finding an answer. It might be the inherent naivety in human kind that makes me think of an 'answer' at this moment. Of course, this moment too is part of my destiny, which is inevitably ‘our’ destiny after the journey through these poems together. At this moment, I would like to share with you one of my personal experiences which shattered many of my conceptions about destiny. The other day, I was waiting for one of my old friends in one of the crowded cafeteria in Kannur city. He rang me up at the time when he had promised me to be there and told me that he would be late by ten minutes and that he had met a friend, a girl from his college life and couldn't afford losing her. When he was in the college, he had felt his heart warming for her, but could not make himself...

"The wise are wise only because they love. and the foolish are foolish only because they think they can understand love." -- Paulo Coelho.  You reminded me of a river, Static yet full of motion. I saw the horizon, In the red of your eyes. The river became you, The horizon became your eyes. I lived in you, following my destiny, Rising and setting.

“Love has nothing much to do with memory. But often we forget and fall in love with memories.” – Anu.   From   what I knew, The world without you was a desert. But when I reached there, Even the grains of sand, And the moisture on the morning rocks, Reflected you. I lost myself, And found you everywhere. 

"The sun reflects you every other moment, but you only see a shadow."--Anu  My body is heat. My eyes, windows opened in search of breeze. I am the sun and it’s my destiny, To live my death, Married to eternal loneliness.

"Evening is the destiny of stars, which pulls them out from behind the blinding clarity of daylight." - Anu   I borrowed your shadow To meet with mine And to reach the end of the world Before the evening comes. 

Some say destiny is that point in life when the control that one is believed to posess over life becomes useless. They even blame God for being so cruel as to burden them with those inadequate destinies. Indeed, destiny is a point of awareness, but not because God is cruel. On the contrary destiny is a point of awareness and learning and God interferes into your life and becomes the best teacher ever. But as we all know, good teachers are not always flattering or pampering. They become rough when it is needed for better learning. Here is a new series of i-poems titled “Destiny”. My humble attempt here is to learn what destiny is, through a close observation of how my soul identifies it and reacts. Here is the second poem in the series as the first one has preceded before a couple of posts, under the title " Destiny " Destiny—2 The destiny of everything deep Is to reflect and everything wide is to absorb. But in your eyes, I neither found myself, Nor lost the sense of w...

This night, like sadness, Hides every eye Behind its veil. Though, stars are born Out of much darkness, Look close, In my hopeless world they are, But tears, reflected.