We were born to a life
We did not choose
yet
We have the right to choose the life we want

Experiences we gain
Received hands down ,
Some sought
Some pleasant
Some not
Letting us learn
What is right what is not

A few wrongs
Cannot make a right turn
Wrong
There would be someone who would want to correct
The turn left .....
Would have been right

Choose wise
Blessed with instincts
Choose what is your right
Rest assured its the destiny and destination
Which awaits
Of all the decisions you took

I have a proposition
A small inclination
That we should just stop
And run away from these constraints
That bind us to these pointless repetitive lives

The biggest struggle
I have with the concept
Of death
Is that one day I’ll die
And leave some
Piece of writing unfinished.

i am going to fail this assignment
this assignment and me
failuers we are failuer we will always be
our defet is immesureable
the pain unsufferable
yet they say im capable
i should be able to thrive
yet i take a dive
i am destion to fall
i am nothing at all
yet their is a light in my life pulling me up from the shadoes
is it possibe i have found my hero
no i have found my true love
she means everything to me and i will protect her
no one can stop from this but if God says other wise then let him
for in death i will search for her till she is mine again