Skip to main content

Happiness!!: Comes from within

Some day,
Some wonderful day!
I'd seen you smile,
You were alive.

I rummaged through the pages of life,
And you faded into a blur.
If I had flipped with patience,
I might have bounced into that slur.
But there was none.
One minute there,
The next I looked gone.

Who were you?
I don't know.
Like scraps all strew
The hope grows.
The several arms of conception
Are extended
And there, a picture rose!

Where do I look
To find you?
The world is enormous
The dangers venomous.
But I shall proceed.
To see that smile
For that little while.

But in my way,
Nefarious rogues stand...
Do they?
Whose path is it?
Theirs?
I can shove them out.
I can jab and clout.

Then come the mighty oceans,
Whose whirlwinds can drown you.
But I snap my fingers, and lo!
The commotion
Unobtrusive as it may have been,
Completely diminishes.
There is no slop-slop, no slosh,
I can walk right over the crocs.

 Where do I next go?
But I've found you.
You are right here,
In my quest to find you,
I have shed many a tear.
But there, your smile,
For me, is ever so dear.

And perhaps I will see it
And you
Again and again
Wherever  I go
Further ahead,
Or back home.

So you were there, weren't you?
In the depths of my heart.
I roamed around,
The world- every part.
But when I found you,
Where had I been?
Right there.
Bull's eye!

And how do you smile?
I don't need to ask.
I stand before a mirror.
It does the task.
For all along I have been searching,
For that very face,
That lay concealed within me,
In today's rat-race. 





 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Clandestine

Sometimes we wait too long, To speak our minds. We let lingering truths linger, We let sporadic clocks, chime.. We allow patient seams to fritter away Like a sparrow does with the timber of the tune That she was shrouded by; shrill words tearing  Ears, each word she utters, careful, today. While the first day it was a free reign, until Some unctuous winds carried to her, criticism. Just the same way as copper utensils in a house Of steel, are anyone's delight, until bronzed,  With wear and use, both are the victims Of sundry needs and glances. Just the same way, some things, Are stowed away in careful pockets Because they have borne a lot of perusing When kept in the open.  Like love. Like hurt. Like envy. Like silence. Trust and truth are two things I can list, That are given, that are l'habitude. I tell the truth because it is, it exists, It is what I perceive, it is what I've lived.. And I keep your trust, because I've learnt That it'll help you keep mine, it wil...

Predictability Plays Spoilsport

"Comfort's journey from the familiar to the unpredictable..." In the age of AI, if you are an AI Engineer like I am, you would swear by predictability. It's indispensable. We will find patterns in your genetic tree. We'll find them even in your whim of a Gulab Jamun or Barfi. We'll try to connect dots that are distant by miles. Yet, I'm here to tell you that we cannot afford predictability today. Sounds crazy and totally contradictory right? But I can be weird.   I'm here to tell you about randomness. I want you to experience it too. Well, you're smart people, readers. I may not be as smart. You know why we can't enforce patterns.   Someone will read them. Someone will exploit them.  Someone will feed them to an AI (Tool) and figure out what to do with them. You see what I mean? I'm being random. Randomness is not entirely useless.  I want to be equally random. I am stupid, gullible, naive and I'm wandering... You can say that I can be ...

Threads of One Fabric

We are all threads of one fabric- The fabric of the human experience. Embroidered by effort, dampened by tears, Emblazoned by ambition, creased by anger- We are all threads of the same single fabric- Which is the fabric of our human emotion. Emotions that flow, those that can't Those that sneak away, waiting to be discovered- And those that comfort us In times of distress. We are drawn by our emotions like puppets tied To a string- becoming caricatures in the live play Which is our every day life. And yet, it is  These emotions that define us. You, me , everybody- Tied together by shared experiences that are Composed of shared sentiment. And yet, pangs of doubt refuse to depart- Is that which I'm feeling, justified? Is it alright? I say to you- I think every feeling has a place. Yours, mine, theirs, everyone's. It's got a role to play. So don't hold it back, pin it down or push it away- There's a definite reason that it's here for you today. Differences defi...