Poetry-Happiness

I know

I know
There is happiness
I felt it
In the nap I took
On my aunt Zari’s lap
And
In the curry sauce I love
                  I know
                  There is happiness
                  I saw it
                  In the white
                  Of my life’s first snow
                  And
                  In the dark
                  Of the Van Gogh’s Starry Night
                                                                  I know
                                                                  There is happiness
                                                                  I sensed it
                                                                  In the ring of a phone call
                                                                  I received
                                                                  From who I love
                                                                  And
                                                                  In the last drowsy moments
                                                                  Before I fell asleep
                                                                                                  It flashes in my memory
                                                                                                  For a second or two
                                                                                                  So I know it’s there
                                                                                                                                  It’s hidden
                                                                                                                                  In the sandy shore
                                                                                                                                  Of my childhood
                                                                                                                                  In the turbulent sea of youth

                                                                                                                                                          I know it’s there
                                                                                                                                                          So real in my fantasies
                                                                                                                                                          I can almost touch it

Happiness

I know there is happiness
I felt it in the nap I took
On my aunt Zari’s lap
I savored it in the curry stew

          I know there is happiness
          I saw it in the white of my first snow
          And in the dark of Van Gogh’s Starry Night

                                          I know there is happiness
                                          I heard it in the ring of a call from one I love
                                          And I hugged it in the last drowsy moments before I fell asleep

                                                                  It flashes in my mind
                                                                  For a second or two
                                                                  So I sense its hazy presence
                                                                  It’s buried in the sandy shore of my childhood
                                                                  In turbulent sea of youth

                                                                               I know it’s there
                                                                               So real in my fantasies
                                                                               I can almost touch it.