Waiting On The Path of Happiness
I am on my way,
After crossing 1000 miles,
Rafting through a couple of oceans,
Crossing the Sahara desert,
Jumping from the cliffs,
To achieve my main motive,
Touching the heights of the sky,
You many find several like me,
All for a single reason,
To be their dreams,
And conquer them.
Thousands of candles illuminated in the graveyard blessing them with serenity and happiness. The candy store looked gloomy and spooky with a long line behind it. I joined the crowd and it took an eternity to have myself facing the candy seller and making my mouth sweet. People all around wearing fancy costumes and the moon half reflecting their shadow. As I went downhill I saw a child in the costume of Darth Vader knocking on the door of an old aged woman and saying the old tradition phrase ‘ trick or treat’. It was already midnight but nobody was sleeping maybe just for the fact ghosts are haunting this day. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Walking down the streets of paradise,
Glancing across the still glass,
A million lamps illuminated high in the sky,
The cries of the little babies,
All faded by,
As I walked downhill,
Perhaps I never knew I would perish,
Or perhaps I never knew that I was on the path to heaven,
I stumbled upon complete silence,
Mind in complete puzzlement,
The road went far by,
Till a 100 miles,
For crossing them it felt an eternity,
But they never came back,
All I could say in between of this dilemma was,
I was on a road to somewhere.
The sun shines on my face,
And the glamour reflected there,
Long palm trees and the coconut hanging alone,
I see the endless possibilities for the divine sunshine,
Because every thing has a dark side,
The glimpse of the cherished trees,
Eccentric across the colossal world,
The possibilities never ending,
If they keep pondering it will cause a dilemma,
Because the sunshine comes here with many reasons,
And if you start counting them,
They would never end.
Glamour shines on my face,
A touch of golden flare.
Pink strawberries, vanilla and spice,
A hint of poetics here and there.
My heart breaks into a million echoes,
Tars spread near and wide.
Lines with gold and flowers,
And a body that is electrically divine.
And I tell myself,
“Hey listen. Your heart is beating fast.
For you are in a joy unknown before.
It’s your birthday today. Happy birthday to me .”
Spinning around the space,
My head revolving with a deep sight,
The powers had that ace,
They kept the world alight,
My mind is held high,
Like the book of the words,
With broken into fragments,
You can make it true,
The beauty eccentric to us,
Like the morning sun,
The kingdom woke up to discuss,
The collision of the one,
The godly power had that will,
To cause apocalypse still,
So you better stay away,
Till the world’s death day.
Amidst the trees and bushes,
In the dark deep lonely forest,
With a deep sight,
I went ahead there,
Perhaps I never knew I would perish,
Half a mile in the forest,
And the sounds came,
Not of the vehicles,
Not of the people,
Of the ferocious beasts that lived there.
I was bathing with a man eating shark,
Riding on the top of a tiger,
Playing with the lion’s mane,
And howling with the wolf,
Rather I would spend my life here,
In the lonely woods.
The hot tea kettle, placed beside the table and two cups at their places to be filled with them. With a swift move, my hands were with contact with the cups. As I took a slurp of the tea, I got a glimpse of my garden in which the flowers were budding. After a warm bath which refreshed my mood, I took on my shoes slightly adjusting the grip with my hands and went to the streets. A comforting day, with a fresh start to the world. An African lady walking past by me, an infant crying and some children enjoying their auspicious childhood days. The cold breeze whipping through my face, and sending a shiver upon my spine. The artistic street wall painting, crafted in different melodic colours. I entered McDonald’s, ate one hamburger and walked out. I simply detest eating apple pie, so one hamburger is enough to last me till the afternoon. The hustling bustling of the city, with my sunglasses on as the sun slowly and steadily shining more brighter. Some teens staring at the old Ford Mustang version of 1967. Billboards soaring high up in the limitless sky. It was a perfect start to such a comforting day until the presence of somebody was perceptible. I felt as if somebody was following me.
The story continues…
The days of youth were the days of paradise. Perhaps I wasted them, or perhaps I made too much a fuss of those- I can’t understand yet, though one thing I understand, there is no power more colorful and more valiant than the power of youth.
I remember the child who was less human and has the traits of a monkey, the teacher’s whip that came crackling on the head, and the exotic anecdotes of innocent mischief.
Beauty lies within us,
You just look a little far from your premises,
Identifying it is difficult,
But the end result would be great,
The nature,
The birds chirping,
Fire blazing,
The river rising,
The Croaks of the frog,
The slithering snail,
There is so much in this world,
To see,
To observe,
To explore.
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