Slaves Of Power - poetry of the day

" Slaves Of Power" is inspired by day to day situation of the world , where people fight for power,materials,and in the name of religion. #writing poetry #poem

Towards the glorious realm
Deafened by a foray of silence
I move tight lipped
In a cloud of mist
Can't hear the Chimes or Adhan
All that I see is us in an identical shade
And some one behind the cloud
Roared right now
Let me share what he had to say
"Welcome to my sphere
Now you don't need to fear
All those gory slaves
Lured by greed and power
Their rise will fade
When I decide to erase
Their distinctiveness
When they will either be
Render to flames
Or made to lie
Buried in the ground
When they will be in no state
To feel the hunger for power
To  utter an order
When they will have no face
Nor shall they be remembered with grace
The world shall celebrate
When they become extinct
And enter my terrain
Bleed through their eyes
To watch their peers in pain
But will have no say"
"Admire the beauty of my power
Your memories fade
Until few births you take
And come out chaste
From your terrain
And rise above materialistic powers
And come to known as my child
Until then its a fight for you
For an embrace
You can not escape
Seven cycles of life
Those were made
For you to shine like a paragon
A gem that I would treasure "

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Away From My Destiny and My Fate

Traditional usage defines #fate as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events. Fate defines events as ordered or "inevitable" and unavoidable. Classical and European mythology features three goddesses dispensing fate, known as Moirai in Greek mythology, as Parcae in Roman mythology, and as Norns in Norse mythology. They determine the events of the world through the mystic spinning of threads that represent individual human fates. In Islam, fate or qadar is the decree of Allah.And #destiny is used with regard to the finality of events as they have worked themselves out; and to that same sense of "destination", projected into the future to become the flow of events as they will work themselves out.

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.” ― Lemony Snicket

I didn;t say I am  happy in my lonely self

Nor should you say I am trying to tread away from the realism

On an aisle all by myself
Now when I have begun to feel tired of wallowing sounds

I look at my body the way it is dressed
I realise its close to triumph boulevard

Let me walk pass the life that appears to be dead
Find an avenue that is quiet a place for me to zen

My beautiful loneliness you have been my only aide
Now find me a place where I can rest

The smokey clouds I can smell
They seem to like the night the way it is bejewelled

I can see the rainbow wear a smile over its depressed face
Behind the clouds it shines since I told you to look for a place

A place for me to dwell
Away from the reach of my destiny and my fate

I tried hard to negotiate with my life
But it was as stubborn as was my destiny and my fate

Let me bid farewell and dishonour the fate
It was not too kind though I did everything for it to change

Don't  fear the dark and don't look so tensed
I know few teardrops will roll down some eyes but with time they will wane



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