My Happiness Is My Confidant


I found this “Happiness”
A bit, a while ago
My mornings became brighter
And nights more poetic
Though my past days were happy
There was something missing
I dig deeper to know me
But in vain it went for years
I was unperturbed about life
And reasons were nil to follow life

There was a river itself in me
That followed sinuous curves and turns
I knew it flowed to the wrong edges though
But I had to let the old emotions go however
For the new ones to fill up
My river was flowing to the unmatched Happiness

And it came to me like it was meant for me
And that could only match with mine
The emotions, likes and dislikes paralleled
I knew it was this Happiness I yearned for
My intuitions vibed positive
Eons of waiting, wailing and searching
I got this Happiness
And that is my Confidant
My Confidant is my Happiness…..

And someday in myriad forms
Does happiness come…..
Happiness….It just happens….

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Geetha Paniker
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That’s a beautiful one Layakutty.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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You look back through your life …in such a way that it becomes mandatory to go through your poems even after it ends ….of course this time closing eyes .

ammu sachariah
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Well written ………..Laya.

Savi Mani
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Oh dear Laya i thought i commented but so absent minded on my part, in fact i was so taken away by your poem, read it the first time and then re-read and dont know how i missed commenting on this “beauty” pls pardon me…..now coming back to your poem, must say this is one of your best poems… loved the lines :
knew it flowed to the wrong edges though
But I had to let the old emotions go however
For the new ones to fill up….
so beautiful yes dear your life is your own experiences and its always good to let the old emotions leave our life there is and there are always new experiences which fills our life and with time these too fade away and new ones takes their place……life goes on……lovely poem as always from you….

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