To just be happy here..

Singing a song, as I glance around;

I come in a shock, You are nowhere to be found;

And then again as my gaze stops,

You are sleeping there

And the cradle rocks...

We are not special people,

We are definitely not good,

All we have to do everyday again

Is to search for the silly looks.

Everyday we must act a little

To grow a little beyond times,

everyday

We must strive a little,

Sing a little to create a life.

In these smaller things

Of greater love,

We must dig for hoarding all the stuff

And then let it glide

On the narrow lanes

Of hope and life all along...

And amidst these, for we must search

The truths for us and let go of the learn

Let go off facts

To enrich our tracks

Just be happy here,

Just be happy here....

And as it dawns, the november blows

Chilly colds, somewhere it snows;

But I like to think

That I am warm within

Heated warm

By those smaller things;

And amidst these, for we must search

The truths of life

And the waste of hurts;

And amidst these,

for we must let go

Let go off

To let room to know

To let room to fill

The voids of laugh

To just be happy here...

Some of my ancient friends...Some still hold hands...

#By the way, it is going to be Diwali season soon. Diwali is the Indian Festival of light, a carnival of hopefulness, a melody of the ancient understanding of the ultimate triumph of truth.