AMEETHYST

I was staring at the sky, and searching for the joy! The clouds and sun smiled, I was reborn as a child, I waved my hands in the air, to touch the snowy glare. My head was high, as I passed by. The bells rung, The idols sung, God was somewhere up above, stretching his arms, spreading love. I found peace, in the blowing breeze. I found the divine, in the flowing stream-line. He lives in the nature, He lives in every creature. He makes the sun rise and set, He makes the ocean wet. I’ve prayed with a smile, He’s blessed in His style. I’ve hoped, I’ve dreamt, I’ve traveled in ascent. I’d asked for strength, He’s paid in length, his life of million souls. He is there on my way, guiding me every day, in my quest of rest. I rise, I bow, I live my best.

There are many instances when you become happy for no freaking reason; also you are depressed when there’s nothing wrong. I had gone through a phase when everything I did was so bloody wrong, I was losing the purpose of my own existence, but I really feel happy that I’ve got a bunch of friends who make me realize that I am not a normal person and I am not meant to be one or lead a life similar to it. I can be a total drama-queen and be a tough contender to other girls, but I still lack that substance of dramatic aura. They said that I was a super-human (like the ones they show on discovery channel) and tried to console my desolated mind. Everything said and done, I was still an unemployed sack of junk in my home and all I did was going to the lake in the twilight hours for an hour for a photographic healing. The lake looked like a bride every evening and I was like an uninvited guest to the celestial wedding. The view pleased me more than any other stress-relief medicines and it...

You never see the sun embracing the moon, You never see the ice castles on the sand dunes. You die hard to live a perfect life, In the end, you never see a saint in the saloon. You always see hope overloaded in despair, You always see truth in someone’s dare. You live long to die for someone else, In the end, you always see life in a phantom’s lair. You’re selfish, you’re charitable, a fool, and arrogant. You are everything that others see; silent and violent. You haven’t lived it all; neither your death so prominent. In the end, you are a mortal seeking absolute contentment.