happily with no rudder

'What am I doing here? I never thought I'd feel so aloof but I do.'- bat

on the canvas of life
we are choice-less drifters
family, earth, city, country
who asked us?

on the canvas of life
once we learn the strokes
we choose
friends, places, activities
but do we?
are things ordained?
or chosen?
not by us, for us?
Jab'r o Qad'r: Free Will or Ordained?
these are the musings
that keep logs burning long
and in good company
we dwell on nature's nature
inconclusively but with passion
beggars we are, some say
beg to differ others
we make our destiny!
no, fates makes us!
don't know much about luck
but the messes have landed in
have been of only my making
that is certain! ask me.