Shades ...

The deep running water allows the intrusion of the pillars of the bridge,
The portrait, when the pillars beautify the fame of the water ripples...
May be a promise in return by the water, to support the bridge over,in good and bad times;
A feel so beautiful, that words fall short to elucidate it...

We both came in, from different directions on to a bench;
She sat there, busy admiring the silence aura, watching some children play at a distance,
And I was in futile attempts at reading the book in my hand;
Though no conversation, but a feel of some one in reach;
A relation that have been preserved for years...

There stays a man outside the town;
One who arranges the last rituals for the souls, who leave the earth;
He loves to stay alone; contradictory to the inhabitants...
And when no one visits him; he feels contented,
All the people in town, are with their loved ones...

An evening with the dear ones; with amusement exploding out of the house;
where all are talented enough; to knit wit at silly things...
amid of roars of laughter; a special feel in the heart; to see the glitter in the eyes of our treasured one...

I leaf through the same album, when ever I find time;
And when I come across a famous, infamous photo of my crowd;
I chuckle at the picture, each time I visit it;
As if a feel in me, that unearths without my permit...

I leave this journal incomplete;
for it to be filled with many more photographs of that pleasant feeling...

That feeling ... "The Happiness" ...

~Abhi