It is interesting to observe,
that the ordinary is so beautiful.
Yet it is always hidden
from our eyes, while we go on
looking around for a better world.
In our minds rests the ground,
where one can grow and nurture,
the forests of happiness.
The rains after years of patience,
shall fall over this forest.
And when the trees grow tall,
their shade will cool your mind.
You will enjoy the fruits of perseverance.
While your time obeys your will,
the wounds you inflicted on
yourself shall heal.
The fresh air will clean away the stale,
the greenery shall sweep aside the pale.
Within these dark woods,
deep within, alight your fire.
And keep the flame burning,
so that one day you can
burn the forest down.
To start anew,
because it is poison to stop.
Or stick to a single perspective,
or come to a halt.
For we must always evolve,
into something better.
But what if we cannot ?
Do not worry then my friend,
as it always takes extra,
to be ordinary and yet,
soar above all the rest,
while you rule your own mind.

– sahar (Mayank Mishra)