Dear Happiness,
They say you're everywhere, but I've looked all around,
they say you're inside me, but have to be found.
You say it will be okay and this too would pass,
but then why do people break? Break like fragile glass.
I don't blame you for sadness or sorrow,
but you simply can't lie to people for a better tomorrow.
Even if you come, you take long,
and things can't be mended, right or wrong.
They say you are yellow and bright.
They say you defy the dark and inspire the light.
But this is just said, it can't be seen, can't be felt,
and we keep floating around like the lonely bag on a conveyor belt.
Trust me, I tried looking for you but that just made it worse,
I wonder if you are a boon, a bane, a blessing or a curse.
Smiles and little pleasures aren't always enough,
For, the journey that is smooth, always feels rough.
Stop telling everyone that you are on your way,
because then, there is no end to me and my fray.
Be honest that you have to be found,
not in material pleasures or on holy ground.
Tell us that it will be okay, because you will come back,
and make me better in every aspect I lack.
As you can be and cannot be obtained,
Like the alluring rainbow after it has rained.
You are a way of life, a way to be,
and if you want to show, there is a reflection one can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely articulated poem on happiness, a rare commodity. Aptly said 'You are a way of life, a way to be'. Thanks for sharing.