a smile

A feature of the face, infecting
Our thoughts, words and deeds
Faster and quicker than contagious
More recognisable than celebrity
A love’s desire and laughter's laugh
Hope’s trust and optimism’s wealth
A smile, tis called, attraction’s appeal
Tis it that makes a face beautiful

Its lure, more mesmeric than magnet
Mulling over satisfaction with glee
Has ensnared happiness in its bosom
Affably inviting the afflicted and all
Into a pleasantly compassionate cult
Arms wide open and a heartful heart
A curled lip, glittery eyes and warmth
To hug, cuddle and soothe ourselves

happiness

Who are you? O happiness;
Rivers, seas and oceans crossed,
Valleys, hills and space covered,
To seek thee, to find thee;
To our wits end and more,
Reveal yourself to us.

In dreaminess, we visualise you,
Non finds you in the present.
Glimpses of you, we have caught;
In the past, wetting our appetites,
And unearthing our voracity,
Deluded hopes, fill our days.

Where are you? Reveal yourself;
Everywhere, have we looked,
Stuck somewhere in the middle,
We know not, what we search,
Actions, thoughts probed and sifted,
Why do you continually elude us?

Happiness, a two course meal;
Served as rationality and emotions,
The recipes, philosophers offer,
Revelry, sincerity, consumption,
The actions and activities sold us;
By gurus, the clergy and conmen.

An inherent mystery twisted,
Deceptions, deaths and drama;
Pursuits, conceived and executed,
To know and attain your personality,
You are an illusionary activist,
Differing in definitions and moments.

You are desirable, O Happiness;
And mischievously enchanting,
Synonymous with the sun and sex,
Opposites we pass through;
Yearning and craving for you,
With honeycomb inspirations.

colour black

Black is beautiful and bold,
The strength of all colours,
Source of happiness and sorrow;
Of clout and of luxury.

You absorb all things, O black,
Presence and absence of colour,
From thee, light takes it meaning.
You are the north.

You are the blend of all,
Your nature is unifying,
Style emerged from you,
And gracefulness is your stem.

Fallacious, the lies spread;
Taunted reasoning, they lack.
Who can soil thee?
In purity were you brood.

In you we associate our beliefs;
Perfection, prosperity, prestige
Sexy, elegant and powerful.
Strangely, we mourn in you too.