The Road to Happiness

Why despair
The road to happiness
Passes through the valley of sorrow
Once you are down
Only way to go is up
On this temporal journey
Of perpetual impermanence
Setbacks are just small road bumps
Accept, do not resign
Regroup, do not retreat
And when you reach the peak
Clutch the sunlight
Fill your heart with joy
To last a few lifetime

Lets not the Burden of the World Weigh You Down

Don’t live life with a frown
Burden of the world
Weighing you down
You have the power to
Lighten the load,or
Carry it with a smile
Lets not malice
Stoke the fire of
Jealousy in your heart
Spiralling into an
Inferno of living hell
Lets not the lack of wealth
Keep you from enjoying life
Laughter is free
For you and for everyone else
So laugh and share
Laughter at will
Will not spend a dime,but
Goodwill you will earn
Light the fire of happiness
In your heart, and
Dance through life

Lets not the burden of the world
Weigh you down

 

Well-being

Well-being and happiness
Endless joyous days and nights
Life a pleasant journey
Lovely state of mind

Beware, all good things come to an end
Eternity is but just a pipe dream
Infuse yourself with goodness and good health
Never be swayed by greed and always run after wealth
Give yourself the gift of a kind and loving heart

Wealthy you may not be, but sense of
Well-being and happiness will follow you around


Week 25 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday July-20-2016

Well-being or wellbeing, my dear reader, decide you may
While I happily accept both and merrily go my way

Winning is not Everything: Week 23 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

The past week had been quite hectic.  Arrangements for the travel and office work took all the time I had and could not spare much time for reading and writing.  It was supposed to be a vacation but ended up with long days stretching far into the nights. As a result, I had very little sleep and yesterday morning when I drove from the airport straight to office, I felt like a zombie. Those long nights were not by compulsion but by choice. There lies the difference between work and fun, I think.  After long three years, our family was vacationing together. Though a lot of time was spent on socializing, meeting old friends after several decades and making new acquaintances, at the end of the day when we closed the door to our hotel room or our rented AirBnB, we five were alone together till the start of the activities next day. And that was bliss. Alas, I had to come back early due to my work commitments while the family stayed back for a few more days.

By this time, dear readers, you may be scratching your heads what all these had to do with the title of my post.In today’s competitive world where people are taught from their early childhood  that winning is everything and being second best has no value, my title must be counter intuitive.  During the past few days, amidst all the activities of attending a socio-cultural get together of people of my home state from the old country and trying to squeeze in some sightseeing, I still had time to write a few poems. It was only possible because my mind was at peace. The stress level was at bare minimum even with lack of sleep. As I was flying back to my home town, in the quiet of a plane full of sleeping fellow travellers taking the early morning flight and between fits of dozing off and awakening, I had a dream.  I dreamt of King Midas and his golden touch. When he ultimately realized his dream of turning anything that he touched to gold, he also lost all his happiness. To be able to touch, hug, smell and eat like a normal person, without turning everything to gold, he ultimately begged for the curse to be taken away from him.  Only when he lost his happiness did he realize that all that glitters is not gold. Hope all of us realize this sooner or later in our life without going through the agony of seeing our beloveds turning to gold or stone or hardened by our relentless pursuit of winning at all cost, pushing everything else to the backburner.

This brings me the word of my poem starting with the letter “W” for week twenty three of my fifty two weeks  journey with “W” – winning. Need to win this battle of writing a poem starting with winning in next hour and fifteen minutes before Wednesday rolls over to Thursday. So bye for today till we meet next Wednesday.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-July-6-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Money

Money and life is analogous to lubricant and automobile.

I was waiting for assignment 5 for Blogging 101 to arrive and then I suddenly realized, if Time is money, I am wasting my money.  I became sad and depressed.  A small voice inside me started chirping.  Must be the effect of wasting all those minutes looking at the beautiful blog post of the visiting birds by our fellow bloggmate, Randall Krzak.  The small voice was saying, time is money but money can’t buy you happiness.  Yes, happiness.  Immediately I became happy again.  Then I became thinking about money again.  What is about money that makes us slave to it?  I think money is the lubricant that keeps our life moving smoothly.  Like an automobile to run smoothly, we need oil (lubricant).  Without that the car engine will break down midway through the drive.  But where is the oil?  Out of sight and out of mind.  Most essential but not being flaunted outside.  Oil does not make the auto look beautiful.  There are many other components that must mesh well to produce the beauty that is a eye candy to behold and becomes the ultimate driving machine.  In life also, we need money to keep running our life smoothly.  But it can not be everything. We need other things in life to make us happy, including spending time with our bloggmates in cyberspace sometimes.

That does not mean winning the record powerball lotto on Saturday will not make me happy, the thought of winning itself is making me salivate.  If I win I will hire somebody to type for me.

Strangers when we met

Communication is essential to ensure that relationship does not regress to being strangers.

Strangers when we met

Strangers
When we met
Many moons ago
Fellow travelers
Seen the world
Happiness and pain
Together

Communicated
Without talking
Understood
Without speaking

Long walks
In silence
Eyes focused
On different horizons
Road diverged
Without our knowledge

Need to talk
To communicate
Understand
Before become
Strangers again