WHEN GOOD HAPPEN

It is widely said, when one is tempted and trialled,

that shakes you to the core.

Only to be tested till that one reaches the floor.

That makes the one to think that we are not worthy for what we think,

and all that matters is to humble oneself as you sink.

There would be many a nights of questioning,

More so many a times fuming, on how and where will be my life turning.

But the most killing part is no answers are waiting right away,

No doors seem to open with a key to unlock sway-

With loads of doubts mounting in the hallway.

Then comes that flickering in a slight momentum, 

Making us to think will this be my hope referendum. 

Sometimes even that ends up to be a interlude for more measuring,

To see how much one needs to stretch in the quench-

to a limit that one may have to deny attaching bliss for the watch.

What then is that real good which makes one joyous and blissful?

Is the journey we start to take in the search of this -

Alas at that break, even doors start to shake in life,

unfolding those goodies which once we ran after- now

coming in search of us, whereas we are in more higher pursuit.