Being Alive

I wonder what makes me feel alive

The rustling sound of autumn leaves 

Or the fresh breeze on the day of spring? 

The wondering take me down the memory lane

I still remember, 

I sat with a person on a stormy night 

He told me how miserable his life was 

That time I decided 

I will never walk on his path

A path which is not only his but shared by us all 

Like Robert Frost, I will choose the road less travelled by

And will take a moment to feel happy 

Even on tiniest of the things

And sing tales of happiness 

To the person sitting next to me 

Dare you tell me, you aren't a morning person 

Because I am a sun 

Shining after a stormy night

Spent with my old worn out self