Happiness

 

Happiness is like a meteor shower,

It hardly starts

before it ends,

But its brief sojourn

on the dark breast of the cosmos

is exciting, beautiful,--

the spark of life in a dead pool,

Like the verdant fresh look

on an old dusty face,--

the lush glimpse of hope, wisdom,

forgiveness and acceptance.

 

A small yet eternal book

without title and author name,

The lively flash of being

in the dark womb of nonbeing,

A smile on an impassive, sullen face,

A path-side wild flower

by a dusty path,

A brief shower on sands

kissing the parched grains,

A warm hug,

A friendly chat,

Some words of empathy,

A smile,

That’s what happiness is,

Brief and momentary,

but a yardstick for eternity.