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Sunny Gulati Sep 2018
I knew my destination

and it incited me to drive.

I took upon myself

to steer onto the route,

on which my life would thrive.

I began dodging obstacles confidently

to move ahead in a hurry.

The path turned rough and craggy

and driving on it soon became tough.

It narrowed without a warning

eventually leading to a cul de sac.

My patience fell prey to the delay

and my confidence started to wane away.

I began to frustrate and tire,

on seeing my plans go haywire.

Worrying over the future,

I accumulated only stress and fear.

I prayed to the Almighty

and then moved to the rear.

I let Him become my chauffeur

and pull me out of this mire.

I have since entrusted Him,

to lead me onto my destination

by whichever way, He desires.

I now sit and enjoy the ride,

as a back seat passenger.
To live life as per the wishes of the Almighty.
Star BG Nov 2017
I AM,
a chauffeur for words and poems
that expand on page.
My poetic license never expires.
My road is heart of a divine journey
that echoes as inks gas moves.

Sometimes my words crash upon page to release pain.
Other times they glide like a bird in flight.

I AM,
a creator inside the matrex of self
scribing upon road of words,
that expands consciousness.
My gifts I share with grace,
to offer blessings.

Sometimes they vibrate at a red light
to make one pause to ponder.
Other times they drift, as if in cruse control under creative rays.

I AM,
a driver of my own destiny,
as poems I create
inside the gift of day.
Inside a moment where my vehicle is sacred
and peace is mine.

— The End —