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the pursuit of hapiness

whom we are searching for, is not beyond some imaginary cloud, decked in garlands or illuminated by light. its not in the sky. they are just around you, beside you. holding your hand, giving you assurance that's its going to be all right. the pursuit never ends, but the person is only one, they always have been. in all troubles, there is assurance of some sane mind who will listen to you. in all heartbreaks, there is assurance that some good soul will mend it. in all ends, there will be them, god, lighting the unseen path and makes it all right for you.


venus66 said…
Well said. Thank you for sharing. Hope you doing good. Take care.
Jeevan said…
don't know what to say, i see the people around and without them its hard to survive. there's a need to pursuit always for good. :)

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when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me