Dancing Beauty

By Advicaa Verma

Magic exists in ecstasy. 

It’s engraved in the deepest parts of it.

Living is nothing but a fantasy.

Living, not existing through life.

Traditionally young and youthfully old,

Radiantly dull and spiritlessly bright,

Gleaming black and dusky gold.

The beautiful contrasts of life.

It was written to be this way.

You meet people when it’s the time.

Doesn’t always mean they will stay.

Maybe just a passing by stranger in your life.

This dancing beauty,

of the ups and downs. 

Try not to get too gloomy.

After all its the fate of life.

Each fall leads to a greater success,

like a domino piece by piece.

All like a beautifully crafted mess.

It’s a mosaic of life.

When hope is lost,

and the path is profound.

When the pathways never crossed.

Take a step back to enjoy life

Cause u see, the hope is never lost.

And the path is never too dark.

Living is the priciest cost;

Living is the light of life.

By Advicaa Verma