Looking Back At The Beautiful Journey

Bringing my hand towards the ever-sparkling jewel, I try holding it, only to find it disappear. The elusive jewel leaves the trap of my hand Every time I find it there. I try chasing it with all my might, But it would at times fade away from my sight. I know it's there, But then I know it's not. It took some time and a great deal of effort, To learn that certain things aren't worth The chase and the desire to achieve. That certain things just make us believe In the outer beauty; but we have been told: All that glitters is not gold. The extremely materialistic things we stress over Don't mean to bring our destination nearer. The happiness we chase is like the illusion, That I tried to chase It comes to us and then leaves, no matter what the reason. Learn to accept it all as a phase, Because capturing it has no point; Just like sand, It slips out of our hand, And however much we try, We cannot hold on to it whi...

Night sky with a riverside in view Night is darkness, but it isn't all about darkness. Night is the predecessor of a new day. A new ray of light. It's the night That signifies all the evil. The end of everything. The unwanted, the unknown trouble. But night is also in stumbling and in falling, To know. To find out. To learn to fight through everything. Night it is, When you can't see All that you need to do All that you want to do. Night is also when You learn that it is okay, Okay to not be able to see everything. Okay to not know everything. Night is when you learn to accept All the fallacies that exist. You call it a night When it seems like a calm sea on the outside But there is a storm within you. When nobody but you knows of the intensity of the storm. When nobody but you understands the depth of the stormy sea. When all you have is you. When all you can depend on is you. When the only option y...

Bright Flowers On A Dark Background- Life's A Mixture Of Both Bright And Dark Moments There were days I know, When things were simpler- When every action had a simple consequence. When it was believed that good happens  to good people and bad to only bad ones. Being good to others implied that they would be good to us. Simpler days- I mean days when People meant what they said. When we had simpler brains which took words for what they were,  Instead of trying to decode them. Friendly Fist Bumping Errors were correctable, Unlike now, something to regret  almost every time. Good deeds were rewarded Instead of them being commonly expected from everyone, by everyone. Gold Medals When sadness meant crying for ten minutes and then forgetting about it And happiness was in getting candies and a fun ride to an amusement park. When fighting was a matter of moments, both to start and to end. There were simpler days I...