The Khushi's Pen

Hope is a powerful antidote to feelings of despair and desolation, Hope is a poignant weapon to conquer over stagnation. A beam of optimism to tear away the charcoal black clouds, An unmuted voice, which in itself has a cacophony so loud. When life is bleak and gloom engulfs your dreams, Solace in hope you seek for overpacked zeal in it beams. Hope they say is the language of the world, For those devoid of fundamental necessities, also seek solace in this mere word. Hope they say is the only way out, To row your boat away from the stormy mouth. Hope they say is the power of deprived, Their roots long ago in the world thrived. For the only powerful language is Hope, Don't let it vanish within a jolt; Seize the synergy, capture it in a bolt.

Ever wondered how deceiving the idea of happiness is and just how detrimental it can be if left unchecked.  Most of us, at one point or another, have subscribed to the notion that "Happiness" is the only North Star in their lives.  It's that lingering feeling that begins to make you wonder whether it's even a real thing or not. It's when you begin to wonder if you've been bamboozled into thinking that you could do Step 1 then Step 2 then Step 3 to be happy.   The problem with constantly looking for happiness is that it makes us disregard and invalidate the entire spectrum of emotions we are capable of feeling and experiencing. This never-ending search puts blinders around our eyes (you know, those things put on horses' eyes so that they keep walking forward and don’t get distracted) and creates a tunnel vision that doesn’t allow us to acknowledge everything around us.  I don’t subscribe to positivity-for-the-sake-of-positivity because I now know how import

To Every Soul, The world's finest perfumes comes all along through the valleys which themselves lie in degraded areas, with a pungent and foul smell. But, thy beauty never fails to cascade us into its bewitching trap. Allure! Remember- "How so ever be the origin, the destination gets enchanting, always." Beacause, it gets sprinkled with the magic and believes you withhold all along, vehemently. For an instance, A seed of an Apple Tree may be so small, insignificant, and odorless. But, the product it bears- Apple, is heavenly. Isn't it? The bright red, juicy, sweet, and the large fruit you gulp in a trice. What triggers now in your trail of thought is, "Ah! How heavenly." And not, "Urgh, Look at it though it seems perfe to now, but its origin? A seed! That too colorless, odorless, tasteless. No, no, no I won't eat it." Obviously, because after all its the product we chase not the origin. Similarly, people tend to focus only on what they see. N