Love Poem: Material Or Induced-Happiness
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Written by: Bharath Suhas

Material Or Induced-Happiness

" Expectations, aspirations, consolations, relations,

Distractions, interruptions, ratification, gratifications, 

Every minute, Every moment, Every second; don't spare a femto second,

Every month, Every year, Every fear, Come on! Hop on ! dear,

Just live every inch as state of joyful exuberance,

I don't care if you have cheromania or cherophobia,

You! My dear homosapien, to achieve memories and deceive vagaries,

You shouldn't burn the mid-night oil by studying eudemonics,

It is your attitude which matters, and oh! also inner heart or else your state will alter,

Just slumber in your infinite-sized bed and get lost in your thoughts,

Pondering about your jocundity and fecundity  in your dreams and gallons of streams(thoughts),

Macarism can't help anyone because it annihilates your character, 

(Are you really reading the poem spectator ? Because my fate lies in your hands and your fate in mine)

Happiness is nothing really sophisticated or complicated theory, SAID MY FRIEND

If you want to know the true perspective of HAPPINESS, then I pulled a query,

'Differentiate between poor and rich in one single phrase, with tons of rage'

You are standing on the stage but not in a cage , answer with veracity accompanied by velocity,

He, my friend, most dexterous one, stood calm and stoned his palm; just stood "Unanswered",

An eerie silence broke out, my friend standing there at the corner starving for the answer,

At that moment, I grotesquely had a tattered laugh seeing him starving for the answer or else he would complicatedly get cancer,

I took a deep breath and did respite for a while, digging the treasure (i.e answer) in my mind approximately it went for a mile,

Then I realized something I should have and that is to think with pure heart,

Or my vocal cords threatened me that they will not accurately start, (to tell my answer),

I pondered and finally found the answer which can even treat cancer and make the victim a dancer,

It was "love" which is the ultimate symphony and extreme difference between the both aspects,

My friend, who was of latest trend, stood bedazzled, nonplussed, baffled, fuddled,

The poor whom all rich call boor have stupendous cascade of elixir defined as - love,

The rich whom I call as bitch or ditch have this potion in minute amounts and they are in a world of money and I question: Will that paperback become a scrumptious hot-dog when put on a stove?,

Then, my friend gave me a hug and ended the ultimate 'tug'(of war),

~Just throw material smile and analyze 'love' as the main file, my river Nile of emotions!!!~