I keep tossing a rupee coin
Repeatedly to see if
I could change the odds
Heads, tales, heads, heads,
tales, heads, heads, tales
Tales, tales, tales.
This one time it balanced
Itself vertically without giving
Any results and I thought
It was beautiful.
I thought it beat the odds.
Maybe it is one way of
Taking a pause to ponder
Over the overwhelming stuff-
One's going through.
Yes, the end is inevitable.
It's this or that- in the end
Of this journey, there's a
Car crash.
But prior to that, the decision
To stop and weigh a choice
And own a consequence,
That matters.
Your wish to become
Something- head or tail-
It matters. Even if the inevitable
Fate is exactly the opposite.