When are you most happy?
Always
I am
Yet sometimes
I think
I am not
But then that’s
What I think
And certainly
Not the truth
Just the apparent
Temporary
Truth
Always
The busy street
There is a rhythm
And a certain calm
In the cacophony
And in the apparent chaos
There when it is realised
Is when the moment is enjoyed
Without prejudice
Without aversion
Why should choice be an exclusion?
Yep. Why not?
On the preset trail
Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?
On a preset path
The escalator moves
On its preset speed
Some run, to move faster
Some stay static
Holding the moving rails
Each reaching
Sooner or later
At the same exit
Did I think I would reach there?
As I look back
I say, where else
It comes back
It comes back
With a new day
It stays same
We change
Moon sneaked in
Team
Who are we
What brings us together
We are Memories
We made together
We are dreams
We saw together
We are Relations
We forged together
We are the glory
We earned together
We are the identity
We share together
We are a force to reckon
When we are together
Sifting the Sunday
Just sifting
Through the morning
Till I find
The afternoon
The beast lurks
The beast
lurks in the dark
Hiding away
In un-lit shadows
Lashing out
At the saviour hands
in fear
Now
it lurks alone
Scary
And scared
Reflections are never real #haiku
#haiku
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