The caramel of sweet candies sliding on my tongue,
The dense aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting to my nostrils,
And the vision of a knife smoothly slicing through chocolate covered Victoria sponge;
Feel like taking a lick of honey from the glass jar of life.
The charismatic Sun and the chivalrous Moon hanging together on the horizon at the crack of dawn,
The band of shimmery stars, adorning the expanse of the nocturnal sky,
And the delicate cirrus clouds whispering the hues of warm canary and saffron;
Feel like collecting sparkling pixie dust in the hollow of my hand.
It’s an instinct to reach out for the pen, the barrel firmly grasped between the middle finger and thumb,
There is divine ecstasy in the flow of ink, neatly spilling all thoughts that have plagued the mind for so long,
Peerless is the rumble of thunder in my chest, evoked by words of kind admiration for my work;
Feel like scripting history, like cementing something undying onto the sands of time.
The subtle satisfaction of being acquainted with new dynasties, of knowing wars and romances that entailed centuries ago,
The adrenaline rush of maneuvering a motorcycle through the city traffic,
The sound of French syllables rolling off an English -speaking tongue;
Feel like tilting the planet on its axis just to look at it from a new angle.
The serenity of swaying to music, earphones cancelling all irrelevant noise,
The soft sigh released on slumping on the comfy sofa after a tiresome day,
The fascinating view of flying butterflies, cheerful rainbows and blossoming flora;
Feel like the liberation of levitating above worldly strifes.
Ah! To inhale the ripe smell of glorious mangoes and fall back down on the lush green grass in fits of laughter,
To press my nose again the window pane and trace the raindrop rolling down on the other side with the pad of my finger,
To hitch my coat and let the cool breeze paint my cheeks red;
Is life. Is happiness.
For it feels good.
My dear people, this poem is just a reminder that happiness can be an independent emotion, seated deeply in your own self and not someone else or circumstances. There is beauty to be found in life. I hope you feel good today. 🌻
Yours truly,
The Ink Warrior.
Happier You❤ 