When will you be happy?
When your house is burning down but the fire shows you the way out of the door?
When your house is burning down but the fire shows you the way out of the door?
When the light in you has silenced the darkness and you aren’t afraid anymore?
When a child’s smile reminds you of the childhood days you’ve never had?
When you wake up without a scar from the past under the windows of your eyes?
When others’ words don’t affect you the way they used to do once upon a time?
When you take a bath and step out feeling like a newborn all over again?
When the things you love love you more than you dared to realize?
When the grammar of our existence is in sync with the syntax of our dreams?
When your nature doesn’t get in the way of you becoming a better person?
When everybody is lost but you’re the only one who has found yourself somewhere?
When all the gods couldn’t defeat you despite trying their very best above?
When life is about to get checkmated but you still offer it a draw?
When you’ve finally forgiven yourself by understanding how to love?
When your presence means a lot and your absence leads to snow?
When friendship has matured to that point of comfortable silence?
When sadness visits you like they visit those locked inside a prison?
When a sweet cup of tea is shared to raise the bar of loneliness?
When there isn’t a drop of hatred left in your ocean of thoughts?
When the likelihood of you leaving becomes a matter of celebration for you?
When you look beyond the obvious without forgetting what you saw?
When you are here and I am in you somehow?