Happy rose day...

I sit to pen down this one just because I am...eaah... happy (at least I am wearing a smile)

So, capitulating to my avocation ‘writing’ seems to be the last resort for my happiness to ooze out (I can’t jump from the water tank, after all)

 What is happiness??

It is nothing more than a mental illusion because if it is not, I am sure that instances like watching someone walking down the ground, looking at a special someone smiling etc can’t ever bring even a tad delight.

I do have a number of ‘tad delight’ flashes which I have collected over last few months i.e. from the day when I mastered the art of betraying my sweet little heart.

I show appreciation to the few people (better to write one) who actually constitute the star cast of my flashes. Not because they are special to me, but because they keep my spirits high throughout the day though I end up dismal (if not suicidal) every night.

I want to thank this ‘happiness thing’ else, incidences like being lonely in a crowd when you have to have a big smile on your face to greet the people you want to escape and that too on a rose day, when you see the people around giving roses as the token of their feelings (love...to be precise), will definitely strangle anyone (at least me) to quietus (better to say death).

Also, this ‘happiness thing’ keeps everyone informed of your ‘happiness’ (after all it’s you who is smiling).

But, I want to do a resurrection in this ‘happiness concept’. Although I believe that it drives out the clouds of murk (albeit it is not for real) but the fact that this energy goes out in chores that you detest, holds to be true. (I love being quiet and staying back in the room, reading novels)   

I don’t know what changes need to be made, but things need to be resurrected because I am fed up of attempting suicides in the nightmares that wake me up every day from my almost sleepless slumbers.

Before I go to bed after this long tiring day, I wish to say something,

“Happy rose day!...I wish ur lyf wud always remain colrful wth swet fregnence n just lyk d rose....HAPPY ROSE DAY”

P.S. - I wish I could sleep a little longer than three hours today. I don’t want to wake up at 9.

P.S. – I am a teetotal. I would have gone down crates of vodka if I were a boozard.

P.S. – now this is for the few people who say that I should stay ‘happy’...

            “Sory bt i cud nt kep of frm writin dis 1...bt em hapy while em writin dis.”

P.S. – lord, save my soul (and me too)!