I Like It Dear When You're Sad Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I like it dear when you are sad, she said,
I feel sadness has beauty of its own,
Its charm's out of this world unlike when glad,
For, sadness, dwelling deep, touches one's bone,
Glad tidings seem like waves but on surface,
Of depth shorn, superficial and shallow,
A happy life bare do they live on face,
And lack oceanic depths of miles below.
Giddy goes the glad, sad shines in silence
Of nights that over all the light prevails;
Light lives a leased life, comes, goes all at once,
All happiness from something serious ails.
‘Sad bad is' an over-used attitude,
Look at serene Buddha in beatitude!
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Sad or bad be the states of mind and body, an ego state. In this piece, ‘she' represents the other half. Call her the better half; but she's the other self, the atman and the witness. If one watches sadness as a witness, its beauty can be experienced with its eternal depth. The sonnet has a tongue-in-cheek mood that comes alive when it cites Buddha's smile.
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