Essence of happiness

Being happy,
for what I own,
being understanding,
of choices and perception.


Words that go by,
with it's bit and pieces,
infusing light and darkness..
like the fireflies.
I see them all,
bring out my smile,
being part of them,
hiding out my vile!

I do enjoy them,
of all it's social form,
be it their adventures,
from their explorations.
They share their picture,
share their experiences,
involving the known ones,
out of innocent wishes.

But we do like individuality,
seeking of our desires,
holding the central position,
beyond other's care.
World from our views,
colorful or grey it may,
that others will understand,
and we have our say!

Not all work as it should,
and the life revolves,
and we have our shares,
of frustration and disappointments.
smiles would become fake,
words filled with lies,
heart filled with envy,
suppressing the muffled cries.

The emotions hidden,
anger in voices,
annoying attitude,
feeling so distant..
and words that hurts,
being so spiteful,
how can one retains,
the essence of happiness?