Within the traces
of one's soul
are the vivid bliss boundaries
where only peace's light can shine.
When darkness is our crippling shroud
within a suffocating closet we remain.
A heart unfeeling of divine love's garment,
is swallowed by the void in our reaches for smiles.
Pure nectar of inner harmony's honey
never is drunk from an earthen well.
It only comes when we are refreshed
by the fluid of God's spirit,
which warms and heals,
till our body becomes a living vessel
able to contain the untainted juices
that lets sunshine radiant joy inside.
Happiness is a wind
inhaled instinctively,
if our lungs are used to breathe
Heaven's air, instead of corruption.
A contest entry
- Happines is like mercury... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
425 points, ended August 4, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Happiness is a wind
inhaled instinctively,
if our lungs are used to breathe
Heaven's air, instead of corruption.
What a pleasant defination you brought here to make me to face the imaginative shape of the concept..I love it ..thnaks for such a beautiful entry in my contest...
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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