Happiness


So much we talk about the happiness of our dreams.
I now believe it is nothing but the absence of sadness.

But how miserably I fail.
To thank for my needs, my comforts and my luxuries alike.

The joy of composing a good poem when the heart is heavy, is happiness.
The joy of singing out loud, in pain or in pleasure; is happiness.
The ritual of rubbing sleepy eyes every morning,
With the same thought of having missed breakfast; is happiness.

Every little while, I should sit back and recollect and rejoice.
The past. The memoirs. The tales.

Today I am happy – Inspite of all the problems around, I have realized I am happy.
So much so, I am writing this..

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2 comments

  1. Harshit · April 4, 2013

    The joy of composing a good poem when the heart is heavy, is happiness.
    The joy of singing out loud in pain or in pleasure; is happiness.

  2. Deepak · April 4, 2013

    Simply amazing …

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