Small Pockets of Happiness

Harrowing through the day

Man drives dead beat

Paying bills and buying food

Competing and rushing through.

But life is full of adventures

The mundane nibblets of habit

And the hobbies to which we surrender.

Hike through the woods

And smell the fragrance,

The wild aroma of green

The lofty blue hills

The rustling breeze of trees

Soothing souls and cleaning weeds.

Purple pink passion peace

Flowers and bushes of a pleasant greet

A torrent of cheerful oxygen

Fills the heart with ease.

A multitude of beliefs

In people from round the world

They fight to break through stifles

While welcoming short reliefs.

The stress and humdrum

Brows thickened by mire

Man returns home with a smile

The hope of familiar quirks

And some gardening time.

The little needs and trifles

Are greater than sweaty grounds

The magic of life

Lies beyond all worries and drowns.

© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra

Comments

Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on November 11, 2019:

Thanks for commenting Manatita. Thanks so much.

manatita44 from london on November 11, 2019:

A very promising piece, Tiyasha and I love your name. Om Shanti!

Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on November 02, 2019:

Thanks Iqra. I am glad you could relate to the poem.

Iqra from Pakistan on November 02, 2019:

This poem speaks to me right through the walls of my soul great...

And thou I experienced a moment of happiness, reading this beautiful well -crafted poem..

beautifully written