A Decree of Destiny

It has to do with destiny, have none
To hold grouse against, neither blame to toss
The one to walk two steps along
That companion never did stumble across

Wonder at those blessed with happiness
One of a kind to whom amity did befit
My dreams like delicate petals lay shattered,
For love never blossomed, perhaps it was beyond the remit.

Peculiar seems this juncture, where have I arrived?
Everyone appears alien to me here.
Whom do I confide woes in, nobody would pay heed,
Conjecture of hope is a fallacy sheer.

Hoping someone would reach out or
Give-a-shout, patiently I stood around
Inebriation held me together in life, since
Fidelity, friendship, love bequeathed no rewards abound.

A Failed Poet

As a poet much-maligned,
Having failed at my art
To enthral the gathering
From the poetic parley, I depart

Some remnants from my abode
You shall find
An anthology of this berserk rhymester
One of its kind
Unearth you will, another thing of mine,
A broken, empty goblet of wine

I yearned to walk on glowing embers,
On a bed of thorns lie,
Moreover, to the heart’s content,
My destiny decry
Oblivious of many such asks
I walk away from unfulfilled tasks.

Though on my last leg
The final journey is held-up
Wonder if my broken heart
Still has some desires pent up
Oh my heart, let me go
Allow me to take a bow.