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Are We Destined ?


Are we destined,
Like does it matter,
Like if you think carefully,
Does anything really matter ?

So many questions,
So many doubts,
Sometimes we call them insecurities,
Sometimes they look like anxieties,
Though I have a feeling,
That it's nothing more than this fear,
Of losing someone who is near.

Firstly, breaking the shackles,
The barriers of our own mind,
Then comes a time to be kind,
And take care of the hurricanes,
That in our homes occur,
If a word against their will we were to utter.

Making decisions,
And staying confused,
We believe in our strengths,
And also the emotions attached,
But, as the reality confronts,
And a recap of promises happens,
Thrown are we off the balance,
Because our mind and heart differs.

How convenient it would have been,
Had we fed ourselves,
And clothed our needs,
Unfortunately,
Dependence we are gifted,
By nature at its best,
And then we choose Independence,
To deliver the rest.

The days of dependence,
Pushed me to pursue for freedom,
And once I thought I had it,
The reality hit hard like a brick,
And made me realize,
It's all but a trap,
To convince us about the crap,
That we hear and see often,
Except for the truth hidden behind the curtains.

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