The melancholic days, the urge to talk, the want to listen, the callous moments, the brimming anger, the unlimited anxiety ridden hours, the tension topped exam days, the stress of the unseen, the constant worry of worrying, the hassle of the bloodline, the lonely tear-filled nights, the loneliness in an overcrowded world, the pretense of happiness, the criticism of self, the irony of success, the insincere friends, the loathsome selfish humans, the ego filled individuals, the untruthful, the devastating cheats of nature, the hunger to want to know… the incline to life goes on.
The cosseted avenue of my life is harbored by happiness. Thank you. The beautiful mornings, the wonderful camera, the ever-willing paint brush, the happy people, the unreal friends, the ‘friends’, the pjs, the ability to laugh, the mind to think of the unimaginable, the smell of a fresh bake, the moments of love, the pine to travel far and beyond, the unforeseen success, the ability to run walk and talk, the urge to spend, the unlimited joy of being, the support of life, the willing suspension of disbelief, the face-hurting tear-jerking stomach-churning laughs, the coffee, the light to capture the moment for eternity, the nights of blissful dreams…and the continuous dream filled days. The days in life are a mock tail of the zeal to live. The ardor of life is an understanding of the happiness by dealing with obscurity.
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