Let Smile.. Or Die

When all the miseries can happen in real life

Why would I make them a part of my poem?

There are enough eyes on reality

And I want my lines to be happy imaginations!

The heart forgets the happy destinations,

The sorrowful ones linger long -

In life and art that bounds to imitate it.

Let life and art with no tear-invoking part be accused of less plot,

Be less applauded by audience

And long remembered by critics.

So what if my poems strike only like illusions?

I'll be happy for the times you live in seeing the not there.

I warn my pen. And educate compassion.

I tell it to get rid of its sadism,

Of relating to happiness and pride

Having made hearts melt for its leaked thoughts,

All time with a tinge of pain.

"Let the happy couple stay happy.

Let the family not shatter.

Let the lips stay wide.

Let the heart sustain love

And let not the eyes get incapable of holding the overflowing.

Let the destinations be as desired.

Let the paths be smooth pavements too.

A pit fall need not make the travel interesting all the time.

A budding blossom and the morning sun are capable even.

Let not the autumn leaves induce sentiment.

Let the new born shoot do its job.

Let not the foot follow sorrow.

Let not sorrow follow the heart.

Let not the unknown noises frighten.

Let the recognised voices accompany.

Let realisations strike at the right time

And let there not be any accidents.

No metaphor for melancholy.

No simile for sorrow.

Flow now." I instruct.

There seems to be a shortage of ink.

I remember filling it up recently

And I don't see any trace of leakage.

Perhaps it had dried up hearing my tiring instructions.

Not much sympathy.

I had less hope on it, however.

I now don't worry about a lost happy piece that never got written.

I'm rather glad it hadn't contributed to another disturbing one.

"Stay there and cerebrate,

Don't have plans of getting back

Until your thoughts get in terms with mine."

I place it on the pen stand,

Away from the pure white papers.

Let them not have an affair,

Until they earn my trust.