High On Happy Endings

I used to be addicted to happy endings

Dreaming about them every hour of every day

I would roam around all the libraries unending

To inject and inhale every happy tale and play..

Once in my system

They would turn my world bright

Making me redo my memories

And waving a flag to my imagination's flight..

It has been a year in rehabilitation now

After the loss of a dear friend

A fellow addict to happy endings

A lonely victim to a sad end..

She had dreamed of a happy love story

Not taking into account the forces of caste and society

But when the end turned out to be quite sorry

She chose a path of self-pity and insanity..

Her happy ending featured a fan and a rope

So much for her addiction to romantic dope.. 

It has been a year in rehabilitation now

Far from all the rom-coms and fairy tales

I manage to be peaceful somehow

Embracing all that blows across like boat sails.. 

What is happy? What is sad? 

What seems good now might turn out bad..

The only way forward is to live fully

And stop treating failure like a bully 

With time, many a mistake will turn silly 

To balance life, all our experiences will form a pulley..