ThE ToSs Of DeStInY!!

A poem about the ironical life that we face and how we attribute it to the so-called destiny.

I was standing confused without a clue

Without seeming to know what to do,

Maybe the lavender top will suit me

Or should I choose the yellow tee

It was time again for a toss

Which I do when at a loss,

I fished out a coin from inside

On which I always rely to decide

I toss the coin up in the air

To settle on one colour to wear,

I catch the coin as it descends

Heads or Tails? On which color depends

Lavender it is if I get tails

Or the yellow for the other case,

I get ready to know destiny's pick

Like a child awaiting a magic trick

As I open my tightly shut palm

A boom inside cuts across my calm,

I feel an unknown wave pass through

The need to know about it grew

Taken aback by the wave, I contemplate

And I ask myself, will it complicate,

Maybe it will; What if it does?

Such stupid thoughts for just a dress

Now was not the time to reflect

After all, this was just an outfit,

I trash the aimless notions for good

For I must have surely misunderstood

Loosening the clasp, the colour I behold

Is the blazing shade of our gold

Phew, finally! A top to put on

Yellow must definitely be an Odds-on

Pocketing the coin, I pounce on yellow

And scurry off to finish the Jell-O,

This was how I went through Life

Whenever I landed in an inner strife

Days whisk by like a scudding Veyron

I find my life's efforts going barren,

The coin always comes to my rescue

Helping whenever my life is in stew

Be it graduation or Hobby for leisure

Decision to talk or Cue for pressure,

Accessories to match or Option to work

Time with friends or To outfight a jerk

Almost everything was out of my hands

I never wanted or asked for a chance,

Till one day came that dawned different

Raising doubts on the life so far spent 

I look back on the trodden trail

And see nothing much but true fail

Even the coin had a life; Mine!

My life's blue print was it's design

So much idiocy for the so-called destiny

Accepting it, I brewed up an inner mutiny,

Don't people say Nothing is perfect here

Then, destiny, too, is imperfect for sure

You can't be right all the time

Even our destiny suffers the same rhyme

When that's the case, then wake up

Struggle out, Avow yourself, Be a trump!

Once I was out of my trip

I realise something that makes me slip

My choice was Lavender the whole time

No wonder the Jell-O tasted so lame!!