Okay, here goes my hundredth poem/article/essay/story/critique. The big one will come soon for sure. And when it does, I might have a bigger grin on my face.
The hundredth one- this is not deliberate- but I have something to say- in fact, I was going to pen down something and luckily it is happening to be the hundredth one.
What I really am supposed to write is a poem for my friend- one of the many birthday poems that I write. Not really the hundredth kind of material that should really be, but, when I come to think about her, she is a celebration herself. And as I want to celebrate my century, let me celebrate it in the true sense of term by penning down a lovely poem for my friend who has made every celebration a gala occasion and who has breathed life into each gloomy day of my life.
“Happiness- it means the smile on your face and the smile that you bring on everyone else’s face.
Happiness- it means every wonderful raga that is rendered which makes my heart reverberate with joy.
Happiness- it means the snigger, the laughter, the grins, the chuckles, the cackles that are aroused by your jokes and hilarious antics.
Happiness- it means the innocence and honesty of your divinely childish heart.
Happiness- it means the radiance and bliss that your presence brings.
Happiness- it means the amusement that you bring by your peculiarly comical nature into the lackluster evenings.
Happiness- it means the sparkle that is brought by you into the dim spirited eyes.
Happiness- it means the undying delight of yours that bound our ties.”
There I go- the hundredth composition by me meant for the very first friend in my life who taught me to laugh when I should be crying, to smile when I should be screaming and to be happy even when I was drowned in grief. To her, life is one rollercoaster ride, and who knows when again you would get to be ecstatic? Laugh- even when there is sarcasm and smile, because life is in finding infinitely small joys in everything. This is for you my teddy- a landmark in my yarn of compositions to the happiness that you gave me.
The hundredth one- this is not deliberate- but I have something to say- in fact, I was going to pen down something and luckily it is happening to be the hundredth one.
What I really am supposed to write is a poem for my friend- one of the many birthday poems that I write. Not really the hundredth kind of material that should really be, but, when I come to think about her, she is a celebration herself. And as I want to celebrate my century, let me celebrate it in the true sense of term by penning down a lovely poem for my friend who has made every celebration a gala occasion and who has breathed life into each gloomy day of my life.
“Happiness- it means the smile on your face and the smile that you bring on everyone else’s face.
Happiness- it means every wonderful raga that is rendered which makes my heart reverberate with joy.
Happiness- it means the snigger, the laughter, the grins, the chuckles, the cackles that are aroused by your jokes and hilarious antics.
Happiness- it means the innocence and honesty of your divinely childish heart.
Happiness- it means the radiance and bliss that your presence brings.
Happiness- it means the amusement that you bring by your peculiarly comical nature into the lackluster evenings.
Happiness- it means the sparkle that is brought by you into the dim spirited eyes.
Happiness- it means the undying delight of yours that bound our ties.”
There I go- the hundredth composition by me meant for the very first friend in my life who taught me to laugh when I should be crying, to smile when I should be screaming and to be happy even when I was drowned in grief. To her, life is one rollercoaster ride, and who knows when again you would get to be ecstatic? Laugh- even when there is sarcasm and smile, because life is in finding infinitely small joys in everything. This is for you my teddy- a landmark in my yarn of compositions to the happiness that you gave me.
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