Why do bad things happen with good people?

Every misfortune is a messenger. It is a stone that breaks your heart's window. The view outside your heart shifts. Without this change, one can't be a better human. Misfortune makes our eyes, a kaleidoscope. You begin to see lessons written in every situation.

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Chaos can sometimes
be so beautifully perfect.


All you need is a
kaleidoscope to see it.

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Images swirling Changing Hues
Arms of Sapphire and Cornflower blue
Windy Whirs, Flying Birds
Twisted shades of Paisely Swirls
Different Worlds with every Turn
Flying in Soothing Myraid of Rhythm
Turning and Creating different Stars
Dancing through musing Blissful Hour
All they see is pretty Colors
Shards of broken glass spins in Glitter
Raise the glass High and High
Dump the Sorrow let tears fly
Shattered pieces shines with Hope
World looks Better through a Kaleidoscope

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Press Conference at NASA headquarter

Space Scientist 1- "हमने पृथ्वी की तरह के 7 नये ग्रहों का पता लगाया है।"

Space Scientist 2- (फुसफुसाते हुए)- "सर, वो मैंने कल गलती से टेलिस्कोप की जगह कलेडियोस्कोप रख दिया था, ग्रह एक ही है, 6 उसके रिफ्लेक्शन हैं।"

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You look at yourself
and see only broken shards of coloured glass.
Don't fret my darling,
because all you need, is a kaleidoscope.

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In all the illusion that our dreams painted us in, we lost our chance at reality...
Now it's gone.
Trapped in the kaleidoscope of forgotten ambitions and warm embraces.

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And your perfect eyes
filled with dust
shut themselves up.

You see faults in perfection
only when you want to
and even beauty in flaws
when you feel like it.

Your eyes are mesmerising
kaleidoscopes to mine.
That's how I see them.

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And her life was a
*kaleidoscope*
Of destructions
Where the part time happiness,
Smile, peace and love
Were all blurred under the
Colourful mirrors
Of a failed
*masterpiece* .

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A day when I couldn't write,
like all other days,
thoughts are rotating
but not letting me decipher
each of them juggled
like small stones, broken things
ready to make a kaleidoscope...

/Caption/

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It was a warm starry night,
The knifelike breeze cutting through the deafening silence,
The clouds hovering around like uncharted phantoms,
The moonless sky scribbling its own rendition.

And I lay there, musing on my solitude,
Toying with my thoughts of the past,
A gradient of hue emerged from within,
Some flashed in gray, others bubbled with color,
While the broken pieces kept conjuring up unique completeness,
The mirrored reflection complemented the inner self,
That's how it looked through the pensive glass,
Just another day with my kaleidoscope.

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