Fate and faith

The wind of fate looks back at me
From future, daring a wicked smile-
As it leads me, hands not holding,
Vision inconveniently obscured,
Through an uncanny maze of time
That has posters from the past
Pasted on its walls like bits of memory,
Reminiscing the wilderness I once braved,
Juxtaposed to images from jubilant nights;
A mashup of clips- good and ugly,
Reminding through my journey
That it’s not going to be a sojourn in the end.

Then, the wind of faith looks back at me
From future, asking silent questions-
As it leads me, my imaginations, my emotions,
Thoroughly disturbing the calm,
Stirring me up to tell the truth-
Of past, present and images of hereafter,
Subtly nudging me to keep my eyes open
Through the strong breath of the other wind;
To admire a mirage, tame it to quench my thirst,
To crawl up uncertain hills for a delightful view,
To return hatred with a kiss of faith
So strong that it knocks down the wind of fate.