Being Happy

I am happy because I AM.
Not because I have,
what others don't have.
Or because I could have
What others don't,
Before they could have it.
Not happy because I can shield
What I already have
From the eyes of the jealous world.
Not relatively happier than others!

Happiness is not the absence of fear.
It is the feeling you get
When you put fear, anger, jealousy
Constant longing along with avarice
All your have-nots, and could-haves
In a big cardboard box and send it off
To Timbuktu. :)
The chilled beer after all that hard work
Is Happiness.

Happiness is merely to be.
And it is very very easy. :)

Verse Yoga!

Some days it is easier
To speak in a verse
Concentrate thoughts
Into something terse
Chisel words, phrases
To match the urge
Make sonnets, couplets
Or a melancholy dirge!

At such times memories
Seem like an ugly weight
From an overfed mind
And it is always too late
To change mind's ways
So it is worth the wait
The verse exercise
To add agility and grace
And improve mind's gait
In streams of rhyming words.

Let it learn again
To stand on its toes
To bring its knees
Up to its nose
To twist and turn
Let it burn
Some energy
My little mind
Needs some sharpening
So, this verse exercise. :)

Jetlagged

One of those rare nights
When Body becomes Mind
And flatly refuses to unwind
Unwilling to leave behind
The habits of another time.