COLOURS OF HAPPINESS

Happiness is destined, rather than self-made... its destined in various colours .. sometimes wears a wicked mask, sometimes a switch of change ..two scenarios I ponder here :)

Colours of  Happiness

Happiness (= wicked mask)
is a blind mind’s MAAYA,
is an absorbing jugglery ,
is a whirlpool of life-taking miseries,
is a narcisstic jerk’s valentine gift,
is a theatrised play of sarcastic sadists,
is an ecstatic summit for innocent puppets-
threads cut off by flirts for suicidal freefall ,
is a split-second linger one repents forever,
is an inertial spell cast by maniac serial killer-
a gleeful static state before a silent slaughter ,
is the lunatic moon’s targeted gravity on tranquil
oceans-arousing tides they cause in neutral seas,
Plutonian shores are a better bet to this nebulous
world of Neptunian blues full of quicksand pitholes.


Happiness is (= Switch of Change)
an instant switch of unimaginable on-going mutation,
makes one a resolved rising wall of concreted mountain ,
an amorphous  free-flow of sand you suddenly wide expand,
climb like a risk-taking trekker in a life-taking  jungle expedition ,
fall-down like a total submission blanket of docile grazing pastures
spurt and unleash  killing spree of dark-intangible bare inner desires,
hold together into a singular serene composure of  ancient saintly integrity,
Freudian champion you feel , penetrating  each one’s understanding lucidly,
Strange case of Jekyll and Hyde one wonders, ever an enigma to be unravelled,
Switch so fluctuating in hepta-seconds is this impulsive iron-headed happy wave ,
Yet you cannot pick the ON and OFF with a fingery flick,
 It’s only the CREATOR’S cursor click ...