Happiness

I know happiness exists

I felt it in the nap I took in my aunt Zari’s lap

I relished it in the curry stew

It was in white velvet of the first snow I ever saw

And in darkness of the Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

I know happiness exists

I heard it in the ring of a phone call from one I love

And I cuddled it in the final drowsy moments before I fell asleep.

It flashes in my mind for a second or two so I sense its 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 fantasy

I can almost touch it.