Happiness Returns // Aimen Iqbal
The dusk came,
Lost all its hues, the sky
The demons were set free,
Black wings began to fly.
I hid in a corner
So afraid of the storm
The agony mixed with air.
Rushed in each lung
The memories vanished with a thwack,
The pictures fall off, which was once hung.
The night was there,
The gray branches bare,
The echoing howl
Replenishing my fear.
I swerve, I cry
When will this be gone away?
My every breath was going astray.
My body cringed
When will this vanish and disappear?
Cosmic strength
But unable to any longer bear.
I could die or try
How longer will I hide?
Shivering, I still tried.
I stood and fell of the dark around
But I stood again, I needed the light to be found.
Suddenly then through the eastern windows,
Hied towards the dark room, a light.
I was able to stand up
It kept returning my sight.
The colors were all back again
The trees weren’t anymore mundane.
My lips got the energy
To work against gravity
So then smiled I.
My bosom exploded
At the brightness of the sky.
It was all changing, I don’t know how
As if a wand had been twirled
Magic on Earth, did God allow?
But then sooner or later, realized I
To return,
My happiness needed me to try.
Behind all that mess,
Kept waiting for me;
Was My happiness.
Happiness Returns // Aimen Iqbal
