BEYOND THE FRACTURED LIGHT
Gratefulness is a virtue; we lack the most.
Ignited by the theory, rebellious of all.
Filling the void; so ever grown,
Grieved to find THE HAPPINESS unknown.
Starry nights I like the most.
Why so blue? Question the most.
Sunsets are proof; endings are beautiful.
Then why doesn't sunrise prove startings to be less dutiful?
Edge of honor, a sword stabbed.
Brink of a cliff, a mountain stag.
Quiet because of horror, silence tagged.
Neither a bluff, reality tapped.
What's the purpose of this all?
Don't like rains, yet gloomy all day long.
What's the motive? Don't know if I'd fall.
Patience's a virtue, dear? It'll pass; don't worry at all.
Sadness is an emotion, so poor among all.
Everyone can afford it; what a pity, doesn't sound naive after all.
Happiness is class, what even the elite can't buy.
Why can't I understand the concept, thy?
If I have a little happiness, I'm rich, though.
Why am I not surprised? Hunts me the most.
Happiness that I find in the aroma of tea,
Richness of it in the pages of a book. These?
Happiness isn't an emotion; it's an antidote now.
Need to cure the debility, the venom spread, don't know how.
What a delight! A sweet flight.
Darkness to light, only to find darkness embedded, asking for a fight!
Beyond the fractured light, what lies ahead.
I'm blinded by its vision, trying to survive.
