Interpretation

I have to express myself,
To you, it's long due.
But, I don't know how.
You are far away,
Across oceans and horizons.
How do I say it to you?

I am afraid to use words,
I am afraid to say something,
When I am not around you.
I love words,
Probably, words are the only thing
keeping us together.
But, this distance..
What if, words get jumbled,
Travelling across continents ?
What if, it's not exactly
What I want to say ?
What if, you interpret
Words differently?
I am afraid
Because I know,
A poem has
Thousands of interpretations.

On the other hand,
I know you will get it right
You will pick the right meaning,
Like you always do.
Isn't that only reason
I choose to write this?
Isn't that the only reason
I want to express myself?
To you.

But, again.
I don't know,
How will
you
interpret this.

Destiny

I was counting on my destiny,

but, destiny was counting on me.

I hoped for a miracle,

that,

fortunes will turn around,

probably one fine day.

I kept on counting on fortune,

but, fortunes?

Well, they were counting on me.

Breezes came, 

they kissed the leaves.

Regardless, 

leaves counted on nature, that, 

a change of seasons would revive them.

Their story was written on leaves,

their story was counting on leaves,

But, leaves?

Well, they were counting on seasons.

Ages passed by, 

staring at these palm lines,

some are thick, 

some are thin,

some are straight, 

some curved or tangled.

It’s been so long that,

the lines are fading away now

You were counting on me,

but, me?

Well,

I was counting on my destiny.