I smiled. It was a beautiful feeling.
To be happy to be free to feel light,
The chains were there but i couldn't feel the weight of the iron on my sore body.
I could feel cold metal, but it tickled me instead of hurting me.
How much does it take? How long does it take?
To smile, Throught everything.
The time on the playground when you fell and tore the new pink dress,
The warning bell of exam, when you knew the answer but could not get youself to write.
Or the 2 mins of snooze on a sleepless night.
If only we could 'say cheese' when the camera was shut,
HIS hand holding us throught everything would be so clear.
If we smiled, letting go of the revenge would be easier,
The 9.17 churchgate local would be soemthing you look forward to.
A simple blush, a sweet thought, a beautiful fragrance,
A short attempt at massage, a want to give love.
A forced happy thought, a simple thank you.
A little bit of teasing, a glass of water,
The look on the face of a chubby child,
Whose eyes shut while he smiles innocently.
I smiled, it really doesn't take a lot.
4 comments:
reminded me of that dialogue from the movie Anand...
something on the lines of Small things hold BIG value..
true. very true.
amazin.....very good....u r actually rite......small things which make us happy v tend to ignore...or dnt have time....nyways.....bye.....keep smiling...
how's ur trip goin'?
and btw, happee new year.
this is sweet... yes, it doesn't take a lot to smile... positive : )
- chintani
Post a Comment