HAPPINESS

HAPPINESS, is a strange emotion
you don't realize its life
until its death occurs.

You seek for it all lives through
yet when you've it
you hardly notice it.

But when it leaves you
there is a big viod
that nothing can fill.

And if you realize you've it
there is an extra thirst
for the more you have it, more you want.

Happiness is like a drug
it numbs all your senses
and encloses all your being in it.

Euphoric Feelings

Some lives are lived waiting for the right moments to alight, and some are lived in expectation of something new, but the life that is lived with what you are bestowed with is the blessed of all lives. I can't say I am the most blessed of the human kind, but today I feel blessed indeed. Living life in the ecstasy of feelings truly felt from the heart is one that keeps me alive even when the harsh storms of sorrows tend to blow my entire soul.
Yet! moments such as this, the silence....the unspoken messages spoken in few beats of heartbeat. Only my heart understands the song played by your heart and I know its this song that makes me dance to your tune. I dance like crazy being, mesmerised by your gesture of love and live for yet another turmoil filled life in the ecstasy of our love.
Love, Lets say, we are divine for the way we love eachother is divine. No mortals can ever decipher the strange language that our heart speaks. it is a language spoken by many but truly lived by our hearts.
Wow! this almost feels like the high school days, silently lighting a torch inside the blanket and writing lovenotes, well protected under the blanket. people might say I'm too old for love but I guess love knows no age, it is for old and young alike.I can hear the echo of love once again resounding the empty spaces created by life in its course.

Epistle of forgotten dreams

24th Aug, 2010

Dear Selden,
Feels like ages have gone since I last sat down to write this letter to you, but something terrible happened and I had to take a break from writing the letters.I don't want to burden you with the details of the tragedy that struck me but these past few days I thought of you more than ever. I wanted to put my head on your lap and cry my tears dry, hoping you would take me in your arms to asssure me that life is a melting pot of all such tragedies and achievements. I wanted your soothing words to calm my senses. I know when you hear this your heart will cry and you will want to rip yourself apart for not being near me in my terrible times. But its ok dear, I know if you ever hear of my grief, you'll just leave everything that holds you to just reach near me and hold my hands.
Holding hands! Ah! don't I know the ecstacy of the warmth of your soft hands? Many a times during our school time, I would dream of holding those soft hands forever and sometimes the perfume of those hands would linger even when I actually got up from my dream. I can never forget the time that dream actually came true. It was lunch time, do you remember? So unsure of my steps, I jostled with nervousness to dare to lift my hands to hold yours. It took a mighty energy to take that step and when I actually took those hands in mine, my god! now I understand what people mean by heavenly feeling! Wow! still now I can feel that softness! After I went back, I looked at my hands with admiration as if they had performed world's greatest feat. I didn't wash my hands that entire day. Given the choice I would have wanted to keep my hands unwashed forever but I got the sniggering glances from my friends who guessed my plight after witnessing my rendezvous with my hands long into the dead of the night. So the next morning I had to sadly wash my hands, but I tell you the scent remained and even now I can actually get the whiff of that scent.
Enough of my hands now, I can almost hear you say, so dear madam, let me rest my story about your hands for now.
I'll get back to you later,

Wangyel