Prints on the Sands of Time

A hand pressing on sand

We have all heard that when God did create:
On our palms, was inscribed our fate.

I do believe


We know of the ink on the palms of the writer
Felt the sweat shaking hands with the hard worker
Seen blood dripping from the fists of our soldiers
Heard about the mud and dirt, caked inside the farmers’

The mothers’ palm has tears wiped away from her child’s cheek
While the pain of which the fathers’ fingers would never speak
Stifled with a single finger – secrets have lived on the sister’s lips
With nothing but pride, the brother fights his imaginary ships

The rubber glove’s stench is all that is left on a seasoned surgeon
The baker has the feel of flour that comes from his apron
The barber owns the soap meant for the one who walks clean-shaven
The teacher brushes off the chalk as she walks away from her haven

The mechanic possesses the slick of the oil which does stain
The chemicals in the film are the photographer’s frame
Salt-water is held long after the fishers return from their domain;
And the feel of a loved one, always in memory will remain.

I could go on and on about what we love leaving its mark
that is part of our life – our very own creative spark.

We have all heard that when God did create
On our palms, was inscribed our fate
I do believe that our blueprints may already be in place
Yet our place isn’t defined by the lines within a five-finger space

For after all: it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.


A 270-word poem, and here’s to wishing my blog on its second year alive 🙂 Not exactly its birthday, but actually its birth week. While this post does have many references to stereotypical gender roles, I believe that it is up to each of us to pick our battles and stand for what we believe in. If you believe that your roles and responsibilities aren’t defined by who you are, but rather what you can do, then you live up to the belief that I wanted the poem to express and have mentioned in the last few lines.

And The Award Goes To…

I launched my first blog, this one, around December 2014. However, it picked up pace, comments, likes and followers following my involvement in Writing101 in April 2015.

And I noticed a lot of bloggers nominating each other for some award or the other. To tell the truth, I was hoping that I wasn’t to be nominated as I am not familiar with the blogs of others. But then, the path we take to avoid destiny is often the path that leads to it.

UPDATE:
I decided to stop doing all these blog awards.

No more blog nominations

While I really appreciate that people think of me while they have to do nominations, I think there are other stuff that we can do to encourage one another, instead of these awards. So, thank you for these awards, but instead how about

  • Reading what we write, and giving feedback via the comments section, or with the contact page.
  • When we find posts that we like, we could share it with the people around us.
  • If we like a blog, in particular, we could follow it, or recommend it to the people who we know will love it.
  • If something inspires us, we could write, and then talk about what inspired us. This will create a chain of posts that will help us catch the eyes of readers who love to read what we write.
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