a daylight dream

The moon sang to me a lullaby I stopped sleeping and listened, To those woes of grace and shimmering blaze, Set raindrops in my eyes. And as a cloud obscured her sorrowful face, I heard her voice, weeping still. The moon sang to me the other night, I stopped dreaming and listened. To the coldness in the space up there, Her face stricken so  rigid. And though she is dust and stone, Her heart is born, Of illuminating treasures. She whispered with a trick of light, Through the curtain, it flickered. The moon rose up in the sky tonight, I went out of bed and watched. She masked the dark and lied amidst the stars, Neglecting my attentive presence. And though I tried and tried to get what was wrong, She wore a smile and giggled. I went back to bed again,  Disappointed yet forgiving. The moon did not shine that night, She was a crescent, so small. She, reborn again, with youth and vigour Poured some magic into my dreams. ...

I think the most challenging aspect about happiness is that it is too intangibly expressed; a smile and a flicker of an eye does not really have to indicate true bliss, because even those can be lacerated by some deep scare within. Sometimes, you find yourself joyful but find it difficult to express it, to celebrate the feeling and cherish it and it gets difficult to make such a feeling prevail when confusion sets in. I don't consider my happy moments very lavish, sometimes it's merely that feeling of satisfaction and content to what's surrounding me, and that's fairly enough to keep me motivated to live and experience more of life's mysteries. However, I find it hard to acknowledge that I'm happy, stuck in a routine that doesn't provide gaps for some creativity and appreciation and sadly, the feeling of happiness becomes some sort of a disappointment, and I carry on with my day like it never happened. But I realised, the best and most vivid exp...