Happiness Approaching Soon.

Two months of this year passed by,

And I look back at who I was,

I take a breathe under fresh air,

And ponder for happiness approaching from next door.

Though sorrows never left my shadow,

I Still have a reason to smile.

When anticipated happiness to approach me soon,

I meant that smile to posses all over like a wine.

Mornings are still mundane,

And nights in clutches of old school miseries.

But, I admire my reason to smile,

which approached under a full moon visionary.

The hours,days,weeks and months,

I proceed every minute details in some wait:

Though backed down by harsh practicalities,

I struggle every second hoping for a 'smiling reality'

Passing by the woods of this cold forest,

I see weeds, wrecks, insanity, and ego shouting out loud,

I find my allies caged there,

And I think, my efforts to free them are only in vain.

Watching them helplessly in those clutches of pain,

I walk away only to continue my voyage,

In that dark cold forest when I walk past by,

I get a sting pricked inside my right leg.

The wound is deep, hurting and real,

Though the blood stings are imaginary,

I see those forces trying to stop me,

From the back, in trying to capture me.

Now I know, why Dark Deep Forest is called so,

They say no relief fetches us from inside,

Before three Christmas eve's passes by,

The victims keep enchanting his sorrows there by.

Collecting all courage and unrequited love,

The wound hurt the same as I stand,

I stay calm and focus all the while,

Till the bright stars show the light under the night sky.

Taking two steps again seems like a nautical mine.

I continue obeying the same,

As my ethical motives become holy and free,

I continue march pasting the path to end those flatterers' flee.

I dare not to look back,

Because Phantoms are scary as they appear.

I find it a type of Adversity,

Also, I am protected by virtue of propriety.

Recollected myself again.

This time with a more clear notion,

As two months are already passed by,

Perhaps I stand close to rest under the blue sky.

More than half of this voyage,

I already traveled alone.

The lamp shining from a distant village,

Caught my eyes in eager to end this phase.

This lamp light probably will end all this sought,

It has been a long wait and hence noble,

And I shall now take effort

In preaching the fruits the god has given.

I take a breath under a fresh air,

As I look back at who I was,

As two months of this year passes by,

I wait for a happening life with those chasing all my heights.