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 sauce I love

                     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 memories
                                                                                                             I can almost touch it.