People say, when all windows of communication close for you, a door of hope opens.
The door which fights the despair,
the door which gives you strength,
the door which shows you the new you,
the door which leads you to your goal,
your new goal,
your actual goal.
For months, I’ve been waiting for the door to open, unable to understand what it would need of me,
unable to understand what it would unleash on me, unable to understand how good it would do to me.
My hope is that opening of the door. The hope that is alive for just one and only reason. The only reason is the number of reasons that I see around me.
When I see hatred ripping off the soul, I see love medicating it.
When I see bundle of lies trying to ruin a situation, I see the end result where truth triumphs.
When I see greed getting whatever it wants, I see selflessness gaining the utmost pleasure of giving.
When I see jealousy with a burning desire, I see self-content with a satisfaction.
This is the only reason of reasons that I wear a smile on my face, a smile which is a plastic one, with a hope that it would be real some day.
This is the why I mask my eyes full of despair with twinkling ones, with a hope that the mask would be removed some day.
This is why I articulate my words so that they don’t say people that I have lost a battle, but they would say me that I would win the war some day.
