Happiness and Joy!

This piece has been long due. A lot of people have time and again, asked me to write on ‘joy and happiness’. Though very subjective issues, people often categorize joy and happiness into one sphere of ‘good times’.

The thought of joy made her smile,
Joy meant happy for her.
We want joy, we want happy,
Happy and joy- emotions NUTTY!

One may be happy when one sees other happy people, but one may also get sad when one sees other happy people. Paradox? Sadism? Situations in life? None! Just frames of mind. Experiences in life. Your past. Your ex. Your present. Your hopes for the future. I don’t defy the logic of joy in any manner. I am totally ‘FOR’ happy situations and totally ‘FOR’ joy in people and life. But what I don’t agree with is the pinch that the joy and happy in one life makes  in other lives. Why can’t all joys be independent? Why does jealousy have to find its ways into the whole spectrum of happy emotions? Why does one negative emotion stand against all positive emotions, and ruin the vibes of positivity? Why are we, as smart intellectual beings (*sarcasm intended*), unable to bifurcate and keep separate, the emotions in our own life and separate them from those of others? Why do we mix things? Why do we confuse them? Why do we make a cocktail of them all, and then call it bad? So here go my thoughts on this-

‘Joy’ and ‘happiness’ are superficial concepts, relevant only to the lives of those to which they are happening. Efforts should be made to keep the others out of it; lest they jeopardize what it is. What should be sought is ‘peace’-  Peace of mind, peace of relations, and peace even in pain. Let’s be happy, or at least attempt it, but I’m not too sure about whether we should also spread the joy!

– Stuti

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Peacefully in love.

One thing, then another,
There’ll always be something,
Where then can one find peace?

She had found her peace though,
In the loudest of things, as lousy as that was,
But that alone gave her solace.

No one had told her the real meaning of ‘peace’ yet,
So she knew the concept only vaguely,
But instinctively interpreted it most aptly. Appropriately.

So to her, noise was peace,
And peace gave her the frame to love,
And love made her a better person. PEACEFULLY IN LOVE.

– Stuti

Peace.

A five letter word
With meaning beyond a measure.
A small little word
But meaning deeper than ever.

They want peace
Peace at the border.
I want peace,
Peace with my neighbor.

She wants peace
A peace her own but not too different really.
She yearns for peace,
Peace of love, her soul, her identity.

Peace of living
Peace of being free
A free mind, peaceful as ever,
No disturbance, no mirage, only crystal clarity.

So she builds her story,
With fiction and drama in it.
She builds her world of peace in this story,
And piece by piece, she hopes to nail this peace at least.

-Stuti

The girl distressed.

She didn’t mean to cry,
But she did.
Each tear, symbolic.

Her emotion soaked tears,
Spake stories of bravery.
Bravery, unprecedented.

She was a mess of confusion,
Her tears fell in a landscape for dilution,
And for reasons beyond understanding.

She wore heavy makeup,
She was dressed uptight,
Only in an effort to hide her plight.

She failed miserably,
For her eyes deflected pain nonetheless.
An effort to hide wasted, the girl distressed.

So all went well, in fact without a crease.
Yet every time wind blew,
Her mind lost its PEACE!!

-Stuti

Pained.

There was pain in her eyes,
But no one could see it.
There was pain in her thoughts,
But no one could feel it.

She stared at the people around her,
Muzzling like a million bees at once.
She stared into the space around her,
Suddenly making her feet cold.
 
She found herself in a precarious position,
And feeling weak at the drop of a hat.
She felt betrayed but as if for no reason,
And knew there was no reason to be glad.
 
Overwhelmed, she wanted to cry,
But could not really.
Emotionally deflated, she wanted peace,
But could not find it really.

She trembled at the thought of smile,
Yes, that much did it scare her.
She shivered at the thought of joy,
A wonder, the thought could even strike her.

So instead she chose to close her eyes,
And imagine happiness, contentment and peace.
Because really only there and there alone,
Did the concept exist, did she feel comfortable, did she feel AT EASE.

-Stuti

Compartmentalize..

And as the chaos in her cupboard was cleared,
There was a magical change in her thought process also.
It was as if the two activities bore a natural nexus,
It was as if the cupboard was like her mind too.

She opened her cupboard one night,
Not able to find what she wanted.
She did not have the time to clear it out then,
But the thought in her mind continuously daunted.

Having set out a time and agenda for the activity,
She now kept postponing it for the umpteenth time.
Having decided to steer the confusion away,
Her mind refused to give her the time.

Determined one holiday,
She set out to clean it all.
It took the whole day and night,
But she could finally clear it all.

And now when it was done,
She could suddenly also breathe with her mind.
She could feel the lightness and some clarity,
She could now easily unwind.

Such is the drama of life dear readers,
The mess in one arena of lifescape clutters the other.
As much as one may try to watertight compartmentalize,
All is mixed hither skither.

So instead of letting it mix,
Of only imagining a better world with vacuum and boundaries,
She decided to and so must all,
De- clutter, re-organize, re- arrange and tidy up,
What exists and is the present,
So there is peace of mind, body, thoughts and OVERALL.

-Stuti

Answers..

She couldn’t remember which day of the week it was,
But she remembered the month.
She couldn’t remember what time it was,
But she remembered how much had passed.
Her heart parched, she thought of her days bygone,
Her soul scratched, she thought of the time that was once her own.
With open eyes she saw the reel of her past,
When she closed her eyes all she saw was pitch dark.
My girl today was very very confused,
She wanted the clarity of a crystal.
She felt like a mouse trapped in a maze,
Running from one end to another but still life remained dismal.
She wanted answers from her life today,
For only answers could now provide her peace.
And answers were what could make her see a light,
Which alone could put her at EASE.

-Stuti