The Ups and Downs of Life

The first step is a puzzle, crossing the bridge of hope towards an unexpected ocean. Under the sandiyakala, when the stars begin to tell their stories, I learn that nisha does not always offer rest.

There are days when silence greets more sharply than sound, and in the abyss, I become a traveler without a map, only hoping for the dim light of arunika.

I meet my own reflection in the mirror of a secretive face, shrouded in the enigma of the journey. Life teaches that bimantara holds thousands of prayers and tears that are never heard.

I dance on gravel, even though my feet bleed, finding harmony in the suffering that becomes a loyal friend, and behind the spoken letters, there is amerta that whispers a reason to keep going.

However, this puzzle is not an enemy, but a jatukrama, a journey towards a greater meaning. Every crack is a door to light, and every loss is a lantern that lights up the night.

I am at peace with dikara, the rising sun brings a message that no step is in vain.

Life is indeed amorphous, although full of twists and turns, because every curve is part of beautiful art. Finally I smile in the midst of the pouring rain, understanding that the letter of life is an endless poem. I am a man who borrows a rainbow to hang a dream in a gray sky.

In every beat, I find magic in complexity, accepting that life is a labyrinth, but in it is hidden a small heaven that I can reach.

Greetings always compact.

By @midiagam