The soul wants to be drenched This monsoon it wants to be cleansed Free from the sorrows of past relationships, it feels Happiness alone now it wants to deal Decided, it is ready to set the seal.
Standing under the heavy dark clouds Ordering the sky to change the skin with colours of happiness for which it shall be proud
Not just the skin but paint every wall with happiness There should be no room left for longingness Nothing from the toxic relationships should be of resemblance This power will make the soul completely satisfied with its existence.
Why are Life’s challenges hard to crack? We used to play racing games on PC, now mobile phones, with one objective in mind: To Win. Hurdles didn’t matter, twisted roads filled with other vehicles didn’t matter. What mattered was how well are we performing.
What matters is how well are we performing? What is our objective?