Crux by Rajender Krishan

Crux

by Rajender Krishan

Every form has a name
Every name is a word
Two together create a fusion
One alone creates confusion

The word may be dust or gold
Focus and it begins to unfold

Information layered in each word
Is discovered by how it is uttered
Every word is a wondrous story
Name reveals its nature in glory

What perception ably does one hold?
Experience or the one that was told!

Inferences are harbingers of desire
Causing action to acquire and require
Fear of loss breeds the habit of greed
Gluttonous ego sows a personal seed

Sown individuality blooms from the root
Destiny calls to reap the bitter-sweet fruit

Recognize everything that conspires
Why the prize and penalty transpire
With aspirations that one proceeds
Intention impels how one deals

Love or hate; Life has a universal trait
Each is the maker of one’s personal fate

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July 31, 2020

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>Love or hate; Life has a universal trait
Each is the maker of one’s personal fate.<

Even as one has the illusion of being the 'maker of one's personal fate', one is not the maker of oneself, nor is one more evidently the maker of the world, whose events determine one into making decisions within its context. This applies to all of us who are providentially brought into existence to fulfil the world's fate in which all things play a role. Think of the many who have died or been killed by forces they have no control over. Indeed, every death is not planned as would be implied in being ‘the maker of one’s personal fate’ but an outcome in the greater scheme of fate over which only God has control.

Richard Ashby
08/01/2020 13:45 PM

Beautiful poem indeed. Every line of this poem touches my heart. Thanks a lot.

DILLIP KUMAR DAS
08/01/2020 12:05 PM

Last 2 lines really sum it up splendidly.

Bhupinder Singh
08/01/2020 09:29 AM

Good verses but too entrenched in philosophy and imagination.

Mahesh Dewedy
07/31/2020 20:44 PM

Again an insightful peek...

p c katoch
07/31/2020 18:49 PM

Poetry is really an an expression of one’s feelings with a concept at the time of expression which may be short termed or everlasting

Love or hate; Life has a universal trait
Each is the maker of one’s personal fate

The beautiful lines make a complete poem

Devi Nangrani
07/31/2020 06:42 AM

Love these lines...

"What perception ably does one hold?
Experience or the one that was told!"

Indrajit

Indrajit Bandyopadhyay
07/31/2020 06:37 AM

Faith leads to meditation which clarifies existence and makes life meaningful

vvb rama rao
07/31/2020 02:58 AM

Reading the poem reaches out into the horizon of life.

Jennifer Bayer
07/31/2020 01:35 AM

This is a masterpiece!

Alka Pandey
07/31/2020 00:17 AM

Love or hate; Life has a universal trait
Each is the maker of one’s personal fate ...... beautifully summed up....

Hema Ravi
07/30/2020 23:53 PM

A nicely composed poem to read about individuality and destiny along with one's desire in the world!

T A Ramesh
07/30/2020 23:44 PM

It says it all.

Frank Barar
07/30/2020 23:27 PM

Yes. I agree with the metaphysical expression of this poem.
I am, indeed, bothered by the line: 'Love or hate; Life has a universal trait Each is the maker of one’s personal fate'.
Love and Hate, I feel,whether we like are not two sides of the coin. Is it possible for a mortal like us to eschew one and follow the other always?

G Swaminathan
07/30/2020 23:00 PM

A NICE REFLECTIVE POEM ! - RAJ, NEW DELHI.

RAJ NANDY
07/30/2020 21:45 PM

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