As I watched it slowly fading,
The sunlit sky turning so dark;
The agony inside poked me and asked;
Are you engloom because the light is fading?
Or
Is it because, on the other side, you know it’s gleaming?
It has become a routine you know,
Me and my agony have conversations for too long;
I sit near my pink bougainvillea for hours & hours,
It is as if its leaves, thorns & flowers now understand our song!
I often find myself waking up from this dream,
A dream of having found what happiness feels like;
When the peaceful evenings merge with starry nights
It is at that time I can see the light.
I have gotten my skin scratched with the thorns of the bougainvillea that I adore,
Like everything beautiful that you once loved gives you some scars,
Everything that I touch in life,
Gives a tacit approval for the pain that I have borne by far.
Maybe this pain has consumed me so bad
That I see it reaching to my roots;
It took me a lifetime to understand that,
No matter how much you run to catch it,
Happiness is an endless pursuit!