Waiting On The Path of Happiness
With the oil it keep burning,
For it depicts a lot,
In the lonely night,
With the flickering of you,
The preparation of tomorrow,
All rests on your shoulder,
Don’t leave alone,
There is so much to do in this world,
Keep burning on,
With all your might,
Extra oil is what you need,
Anything at the drop of a hat,
But till that point keep burning.
Dancing by the velvet moonlight doesn’t means healing,
Don’t just live for yourself,
Just give a thought only once,
About other people in this world,
If you can’t do great things,
Then for the small thing you do,
Do them greatly,
Heal your lies that mark you,
Heal other people’s life,
Heal for the betterment of this world.
As I was walking down the street, the street lights flickered and created an eerie setting. The moon and the stars, warmly nested in the adorable sky, whose beauty is hunted by the celestial objects. The moonlit doors of the houses were all locked, and was just reflecting back them. It felt as if I was in solitude and the only man alive was me. As I kept heading down towards the path, I was stunned by all the awkward stuff that was going on here. I felt as if somebody was spectating me. There was something going wrong there. The presence of somebody was perceptible.
Sparkle as a shining star,
Sparkle in the lonely night,
Sparkle because you are the only one who is left,
They all are far behind you,
Sparkle because you are full of happiness,
Sparkle because you have achieved,
But don’t sparkle too much or your energy would be diffused.
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Question for the nominees-
I was viewing my photo album,
Just remembering my old ones.
I wish they could have stayed longer,
To have more conversations,
To have met more people,
And seen more skies,
Below which I swooned.
I was thinking of the old days,
When I began to wonder,
If only I had read more books,
And whistle more tunes to myself,
I’d have been not a vagabond at heart today.
Perhaps it was only for the good.
I’d like to thank Scott Rainer for having written a large part of this poem, and inspiring me to write the rest. he is an amazing writer of great talent.
As the rain came tapping down on window sills,
The mighty clouds roared,
And thunder raised over,
The best season I have ever exprencied,
What a exotic view outside,
I wish I could experience it every time,
A very serene weather,
All those tranquil waters,
Which are pouring in the road.
Nobody moved,
Nothing changed,
All of them were at their places,
I was waiting for a ice-breaker,
I was afraid to do it by myself,
The ticking sound echoed in the ear,
It was such a silent place,
Pin-drop-silence is not a strong adjective to describe the silence,
As silent as the night,
As silent as the stars.
This continued happening,
Till another silent hour passed by.
A black eyed bird, comfortably adjusting herself to the branch. The moonbeams were slowly fading away from the tree. It felt as if the bird was isolated and was hunted by the lonely sun rays which had just raised over the mountains. The bird was unhappy with this natural phenomena. She felt as if the moon and the shining stars were her only friends and companion. The wonderful dreams for the bird and the moon was slowly heading towards them. An impressive conversation took place between them, and it was enough for the bird to be satisfied for the next few days. Before the mighty sun can enter the eyes of the bird, the serene moon described her about how life was miserable was for her. The bird wished to joined the moon and continue the conversation. “Hey, I am a lot brighter than my friends.” These were the lines the bird spoke. Yes, the bird was a shining star in the adorable sky.
The game of life makes me puzzeled,
The life is sometimes beautiful,
And sometimes it can be obnoxious,
Sometimes delightful, sometimes despondent,
This is how life goes,
Consider it as a short journey,
Enjoy it as much as you can,
The time is limited,
So be quick with your actions.
Life is a one stop shop,
Like the quest towards happiness.
Stories of ecstasy 