Que Sera - What will be, will be

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Have you read the book "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne. If yes, you will easily understand how it has changed my life and is shaping everything ahead. If not I strongly recommend to.

The title of the poem may itself be an irony in context of the poem. Usually I write short poems on my thoughts, but I gave some time to this one. Each line and each para is a stage and several contexts can be drawn. Even I started with a different picture and drew a shade of many within. I just wrote the first para a month ago and the picture continued...



You will find me as a silhouette
Against your timeless sky,
As a song played and danced 
While all in a dreamless lie,
Or as a hymn of the words 
The winds whispering thy.

You will meet me as a mirage
Against the world you view,
As a misfit in thy reality
Transcending your fits and you.
As a hidden truth in time,
Proving everything that happened 
Made this very magic to do.
Believe in Que Sera for once,
As I may not be forever
But always be with you...

Changing thy way, it's all about,
Not what we are, Albeit
The way we see what's surround.
The world will find us resonating,
With the blues, evolving us and around.
Let's not stop now, dance with that song,
let's the wind whisper aloud.

We will write with time,
For nothing is a lie, we make things
Just forget about Que Sera
For it what's we think, matters
More than the words,
More than what it seems
Beleive in the magic or the mind
For they never meant to be different
Nor do we, as the world deems...



I leave this upon the reader to see each para in their own perspective or story. However the best image I try to find is taking the first two parts as thoughts, about a time which he thinks is blissful but confused with its authenticity and reality. The italic words may define it better in a way. And the last two parts as he is explaining everything to himself or the other about what he believes and wishes to proof.
That's one way when we start the first para with a positive thought that, it is about good times ahead, but if you read again, it can also be interpreted as melancholy about the life which he celebrated before.
Let's not ruin it. It is as it is. About my beliefs and me.

Thank you for reading. Would be happy to know your perspectives.





A great believer of Thoughts become Things. Sometimes scribble my thoughts and words. Just a happy, eclectic, and austere person.

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