Somedays feel like stories we hear from people,
that hold hidden messages behind them, like answers from the universe,
to questions we had once asked to it.

The days that feel like meeting a person for a purpose.

The days when we see things taking place around us,
as if they are trying to tell us something.

The days when I'm hit by realizations and epiphanies through cryptic events.

The days that let me dive into mysteries,
prompt me to challenge my curiousity,
and unravel deep truths.

The days when I observe mere moments, and derive the most memorable lessons from them.

The days when my musings,
breathe into me,
the desire to live, admire and capture every moment
of the life that I have been gifted,
and gently infuse them into my poetries,
the way a sculptor
delicately shapes his thoughts,
into his most wondrous sculptures.


The days that remind me,
of how insignificant my adversities are,
in comparison,
to the mighty universe.

The days that bring me light through simplest pleasures.

The days that overwhelm,
my heart with immense gratitude,
for everything I possess,
and fill my heart with pure satisfaction.

The days when I get rewarded,
with the finest offers of life.

The days that break me apart only to help me rise stronger.

The days that strangle me with miseries,
only to let me know how sweet,
the nectar of success tastes after long hours of struggling.

The days that arrive as pain and depart as growth.
These are the days that I live for,
These are the days that I live for.
~sk



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