Happiness

I know happiness exists
I felt it in the nap I took
On my aunt Zari’s lap
I savored it in
The curry stew
It was in white velvet
Of the first snow I ever saw
And in darkness
Of the Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

I know happiness exists
I heard it in the ring
Of a phone call from one I love
And I cuddled it in the last
Drowsy moments before I fell asleep.

It flashes in my mind
For a second or two
So I sense its presence

It’s buried in the
Sandy shore of my childhood
In turbulent sea of youth

I know it’s there
So real in my memories
I can almost touch it.