Why do tears invariably pursue smiles?
Why after tremendous joy, heart cries?
Does it miss the goodness of older days?
Yearn to go back to that time and space?
Oh, but it can’t, doesn’t it know?
We have to change, we have to grow.
Then go out in the world and make it ours.
Make every juncture matter, all the minutes and hours.
Why is world so gloomy? Why are people forlorn and sad?
Why do days require to be assorted as good or bad?
Why have little snippets of bliss ceased to matter anymore?
Yet even the little sorrows batter the very heart’s core.
Oh, how can I judge? Ain’t I the same?
I’m elated, then sombre, then elated again,
Its just like a game.
But sorrows don’t walk, they prance.
One has passed? The other’s on its way.
So let’s just stay strong and be ready for it, whatsay?
And believe that even the tiniest iota of delight matters.
The insanity and the unnecessary chatters.
Then spread this happiness, if not always, then once in a while.
Do your bit- a greeting, a smile.
Consign to oblivion the extraneous, sad ponderings.
Relish a life in which soul dances and heart sings.