Project Happiness .. she informs me…
The genuine smile, or laughter aloud,
The Happy one, what paths are urged.
Blissful moments, that made their way.
Victory, Peace, Success, and Truth..
Others had picked the choices away.
Though Happiness, now she finds it cool,
Theorize the reasons for the smiles.
A babe she says, happy on its day out…
Cooing, gurgling amidst city’s tunes.
Eyes round and drooling, on sights new,
World exotic, in its innocent view.
Someday, a little boy running in glee..
He has a prize, victory on some spree,
Jubilant now, he takes home his pride,
Anticipating the loving hug, from his folks.
Hungry urchins, someday with their warm smile.
When she shares her muffins, and her few toys..
Fair moment, they would perhaps cherish,
Despite their otherwise abysmal life.
Then view that hale couple, in love..
Affable, yet engrossed in their felicity.
Aspiring, on visions to be made true.
Hands held, in serene elan, on a life new..
A young mom there, who hugs her child tight..
Tears streaming down, from an unknown plight.
Yet she smiles, cheering the child’s happy life..
Happy on liberty, and her means to stay alive.
Someday, a young woman speaks of her first job.
Happy to have won, on the long knotted haul..
Now, to envision the path of activity..
Life good, conforming her parents dreams.
The joy of the mumsy, with her little tykes..
In Situ a moment, running then, busy and bound.
Happy laughter mixed up with yips, in glee,
Tots and ma, a happy day in the park.
Then the old woman, on her front yard..
Rocking her chair, watching all around..
Peaceful she is, she says, on her long life..
Restful now, contented on all her best shots..
Someday, an old man, on a lonely walk…
He confers, dwelling on her curious eyes.
Smiling, he muses on his dead dear wife..
He had been by her, until her demise..
The day now, to wrap up the task.
I query, what’s on thy mind?
Your sojourn, on the gist of smile.
What strikes you, as a happy mind?
New views befall on all, along life..
Happiness changes its form, each time
But moments heap up, blend entwined.
To each, one’s own surmise on happiness…
Emotions are kneaded along, in time..
Moments a melange, of smiles and dirge.
Happiness and Sadness, both to be known,
To value the deal, pegged on life.
A trice of joy, a moment of peace..
A slice of victory, a whit of success..
And In truth, lies the real genuine bliss.
Withal, happy heart achieves best its wish .