dangling from the last twig of topmost branch
behind the shrub of small wildflowers
amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel
while the satin petals smile and bloom
dewdrops kiss the skin
gazes the flower upto the blue
while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds
alike the pure emotions of heart
the lily attached to its tree
yet is detached and free…
winging to the sky …through day or night
while the moon glides
©Soumya
Being happy is not a crime,
for being content ,
stops your restlessness in mind,
implying you are satisfied
by your strives …
being happy doesn’t mean ,
you have no worries,
neither does it shorten the
worldly flurry,
It is just a state of mind,where
you respect your body and soul
for being harmonised,
Where you accept that
life is not a piece of artefact…
Decorating decking it with
desires and pleasures,
will add to more agony for sure,
So being wise you opt for happiness,
contentment with self,
smile on your face,
welcoming new challenges
with humor and silent invisible pain…
soumyav 