Crystallite
As a human, life isn’t a rainbow everyday,
“Persevere through black clouds”, is always on replay,
So I took an advice and bought these glassy igneous rocks,
Delusional as I was, they sort of looked like props,
Even so, I could feel the good days were incipient,
They carry good luck ,no matter who is the recipient.
Deprived of hope , these colored rocks seemed to reflect some light,
Though small but clusters of yearning were turning into a crystallite.
It was unlike me to believe in something so mystifying,
The last resort as they say, option of end was terrifying,
With the last set of cash being spent on these crystals,
Maybe that would be a support like strong pedestals?
Struggles, trial and error phases are way behind in the past,
Now I wished for success in a way that is really fast.
But seldom things can be achieved overnight,
But trust me when I say that my morale has become a crystallite.
Days have changed and the autumn leaves have grown back
I have earned a lot, but not like I can lose the track.
Though not rainbow everyday, but harsh sun sometimes is soothing
Things are still slow but they are surely moving,
I still can’t say if the crystals did the magic or was it all me,
But the crystallites that appeared, I hope they always be.
The light they reflected and the colors they could refract,
It is so strange how they keep are beliefs intact,
I wish to gift you a few if it ever feels low and stuck,
Maybe not crystallites per-say but I hope they be your liquid luck.
