Where Words Are Not Ordinary

Is renunciation the only way to happiness? 

Renunciation of wealth, 

Renunciation of desire, 

Renunciation of ego

II

Surviving amidst emotions of all hues, 

Creating a facade to live up to the game, 

Accepting the unequal system, 

Nursing the wounded heart thrashed multitude times, 

Protecting cherished dreams from evil eyed folks, 

So, am I really happy? 

III

Tears often tumble down my boat-shaped eyes, 

Down my cheeks, 

To rest like a droplet of dew on my hand. 

Sometimes I hold them like the holy water in my folded palms, 

Look into the water that refutes to be still. 

To enjoy the sight of my true self. 

III

It’s funny, but true, 

Rainy and cloudy days make me look lovely, 

Walking in heavy rains makes me happier, 

Hiding under the bamboo shade and laughing over the broken umbrella lightens my heart, 

IV

Resting my head on pillows piled upon each other, 

I gaze aimlessly, 

I search deeply, 

I ruminate effortlessly, 

My eyes like a window swinging to and fro shut