Try to find beauty in everything and you will get heaven on Earth.
The Old Is Coming Back
I really start feeling like,
The old is coming back.
Not the bad one ,
No it's the old one,
The one before the odds.
It's the night that I loved ,
Night before the dawn.
The dawn that gave me so much,
That I can't even spawn.
The nights were the best,
Because the day not existed
for the rest.
So I loved the night,
More than the bright.
The dawn gives you the light,
And feels like a drug.
Making you addicted for new.
But then there is night,
Free of all the Chaos
Giving you the wings to be you.
So it is ,
The brightness that fades,
But the darkness remains.
Remains till the eternity,
With me so silently.
© 2021 Manavaditya
