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.