Who says that happiness is difficult to find
I found it in every small thing
I love doing and enjoy.
Who says that happiness can't be seen
I saw it last time in the smile
I could bring to an unhappy face
By doing all I could.
Who says that happiness can't be touched
I touched it while holding the hands of a child
Who with all the innocence and trust
Put his hands on mine
Surrendering himself to me
With an ecstatic spark in his eyes.
Who says that happiness can't be tasted
I tasted it last time in the food
Someone offered and served
Being much more than he could afford.
Who says that happiness can't be measured
I measured it last time by the distance
I traveled from being
An acquaintance to special
In somebody's life.
Who says that happiness has no volume
I weigh it every time by the number of people
I earn as well-wishers and friends.
Who says that happiness has no voice
I hear it every time a long lost friend
Bumps into me all of a sudden
And calls me by names
I had myself almost forgotten.
Who says that getting happiness is not easy
I get happiness in every little moment
I cherish of my loved ones
And of the selfless gestures.
Happiness is all about how we perceive
And offer ourselves to it's premises.
Happiness is all around
We tend to overlook the real ones
And search for the ones which are illusions.
We in our busy lives
Are so lost that
Everything revolves around
Our happiness alone
So much so that
We hardly care for others glee
And limit our boundaries
For getting happiness frequently.
Then comes a time
When happiness is given away
To materialistic accomplishments
When to be happy you need artificial laughter
When happiness has no longer
Any meaning for you.
When instead of being happy
You start acting to be happy.
We keep on achieving things
Which we can use only as beings
And hardly care for those
Which gives us the very essence of being.
I found it in every small thing
I love doing and enjoy.
Who says that happiness can't be seen
I saw it last time in the smile
I could bring to an unhappy face
By doing all I could.
Who says that happiness can't be touched
I touched it while holding the hands of a child
Who with all the innocence and trust
Put his hands on mine
Surrendering himself to me
With an ecstatic spark in his eyes.
Who says that happiness can't be tasted
I tasted it last time in the food
Someone offered and served
Being much more than he could afford.
Who says that happiness can't be measured
I measured it last time by the distance
I traveled from being
An acquaintance to special
In somebody's life.
Who says that happiness has no volume
I weigh it every time by the number of people
I earn as well-wishers and friends.
Who says that happiness has no voice
I hear it every time a long lost friend
Bumps into me all of a sudden
And calls me by names
I had myself almost forgotten.
Who says that getting happiness is not easy
I get happiness in every little moment
I cherish of my loved ones
And of the selfless gestures.
Happiness is all about how we perceive
And offer ourselves to it's premises.
Happiness is all around
We tend to overlook the real ones
And search for the ones which are illusions.
We in our busy lives
Are so lost that
Everything revolves around
Our happiness alone
So much so that
We hardly care for others glee
And limit our boundaries
For getting happiness frequently.
Then comes a time
When happiness is given away
To materialistic accomplishments
When to be happy you need artificial laughter
When happiness has no longer
Any meaning for you.
When instead of being happy
You start acting to be happy.
We keep on achieving things
Which we can use only as beings
And hardly care for those
Which gives us the very essence of being.
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