There were days in my life
when I knew the sun could never shine brighter
and I can never be more happy.
I thought these with the innocent belief
of constancy of happiness,
rather than the realization
that put an end to hopes.
Somehow with time the glass I am made of
has flowed silently and collected
at safe crowded corners.
And now every light that enters me
is manipulated beyond recognition
into the reflection of my own poison heart.
Let’s sit in the crowded, tightly packed train.
with people we are partially curious and partially indifferent about.
Let’s be stripped of all luxuries money can afford.
Let’s for once force ourselves into suffering for few hours.
Let our legs hurt from sitting for hours,
and sleep rest on our eyelids, but never reach our eye.
Let’s witness the sun set on a land
we will never set foot on.
Let’s look at small hills
and wonder at the enormity of mountains
we have never seen.
Let’s get bored to death.
Let’s have no other way of amusing ourselves
than too look inside,
go though of what all we have hidden,
what we wanted to avoid.
Pull out each buried emotion and secret.
And when the trunk is almost empty.
Let’s find the happiness we have been looking for.
Let’s be at peace for a moment.