the other day on
the radio
that i usually
listen to on mornings slow
and lazy, holding a
cup of nice black tea
when you want to
just sit back, just be
they were playing a
song that i really like
it’s inspiring, the
kind that strike
a chord in your
heard and leave a smile
on your face, at
least for a while
and in came the
economist, strolling leisurely
and coolly changed
the damn frequency
hey! that was a
beautiful song, wait
ainh, it’s ok,
nothing all that great
but hey, i was
listening to that
alright, alright,
i’ll put it back
the song came back,
the same score
but it wasn’t
really fun anymore
he stood there,
staring at me
waiting for the
song to finish so that he
could switch to
something he thought better no doubt
that’s when i think
i figured it out
this must be what
they call hapiness’ relativity
relating happiness
to when you are or are not free
and i kind of
vaguely understood the artists
waxing eloquent
about passion and spontaneity
let
me find my voice, let me be me
coz
the rain isn’t forced
nor
the tree to burst into flower
coz
with spontaneity comes a certain ease
like
the beautiful serene capricious breeze
what
beauty a smile holds
that
in your eyes begins
and
then upon your lips unfolds
such
a glow it gives your face
and
yet a forced smile is but a grimace
alright, whatever,
f’get it. jo marzi laga le
he smiled, n i
smiled back, with nothing to say
(from a notebook from sometime back; retouched)
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