A random girl.

She flies, flies and flies,
So strong she is, she never cries,
a pile of beauty she carries within,
Do you see the beauty of her grin?
Crazy, fun, and what-not?
If you don't like her,
Guess what, you'll rot.
Be kind to her, she'd be gracious,
You mess with her, she'd be contumelious.
Words might end, for she's versatile,
Don't you ridicule her,
Or you'd die in exile.

Happiness.

I read somewhere that nothing could be written more beautifully than a tragedy. And I know it's true. Because when you're happy or when you are in love, you go speechless, words are never just to you. Because when you are happy, you just want to live that moment. You want to breathe every second, you want to drink those memories to save them within you. Happiness is like a rainbow, you just can't take your eyes off it, if you do so, it'll disappear. Oh, grasp it, don't you let it go, because happiness, it's just like those little grains of sands, if your grip is not strong, it might just slip out of those little spaces in between your fingers. So happiness cannot be caged in a piece of writing, it's a bubble, it'll burst the moment it's out of your sight.