one day i was fed up with the dephth of psycho and psychiatry researchi know my friends have enlivened to lift me up to the extent feasible too theatrical
the shower of happiness which i read thro' the eyes and mind wavelengths of william wordsworth always tossed me as if too slippary to catch a moment of it
i was surfing again to the tune of my habit
i was amazed to find and feel the impulsive happiness quotient of my friend at her chance visit to a nearby town, Meerut
i have travelled thro' Nangal Express to reach my office that too in time
Now when Kohat metro is at a stone throw distance
i am late well by two hrs
i often cross the vijay chowk
my brain scolding me
when the hell you'll realize
if you come so late
dotted graph i hate to decipher
like a school teacher
i enjoy the beauty around
forget the rest
my inner child is happy
but i always look for her eyes
may be happiness lies
where she happen to thrive
