Fulcrum Of Happiness

Never before have I felt so strongly that life is zooming away,

I don’t want to park

Living to fullest for another day.

Splayed across each

Day are some creases, some twinkles,

I promise to smile

At the small things and iron out the wrinkles.

 

The time is now,

When everything around me is a hazy swirl –

There is no

Perfection, no placidity, it’s all just a mixed whirl.

But in midst of this

All, my life has sprinkles of love and joy

For dearth of

Sublimity, the small things I’ll not destroy.

 

Life is happening

And continuing in this very instant,

From woes and futile

Worries, I shall be distant.

I’ve come to realize

That fulcrum of my happiness lies within,

My smiles, my

Levity, on circumstances I shall not pin.

 

Some days I feel

Light, as if I’m floating above the futile and inane,

I want to continue

In that state – not marred by despondency and disdain.

It’s the small

Things that add up and hold the key to blissful existence,

I am breathing,

Looking within and speaking with my conscience.