Sunday, April 03, 2016


It was said to have come from the hand of the God;
On every single forehead which has walked this earth broad.
Meant to be resolute and the eternal truth;
For the forehead it foretold its life’s journey and youth.

I scrolled through my forehead to learn what it told.
And ploughed my brain through its every delicate fold.
Through my palm and through every vein in my heart;
There was nothing I could find which mirrored my life’s chart.

At first it looked like an omission by God.
But a scrutiny of my life-chart squared out that odd.
Every event in my life were only a reflection of my deeds
And nowhere was a sign of any predestined leads.

~Narendra V Joshi