What is happiness?
Happiness is nothing but caring less
Happiness is a weaving tale
Happiness is love but never on a scale
Happiness might be a disease
Passing from one other with ease

But If you were to dare
If you somewhat actually care
You will forced by yourself to ask
Is happiness a mask?
Does happiness exist?
Is happiness just a myth?

The Answer is quite complicated
I believe it is better to gatekeep it
Whether happiness exists or not
Always remember it has a cost
Thus another question arised
Shall happiness be compromised?
Because what if we fail to pay back?

By now happiness may seem like a mess
But you shall care less
Because even if you fail to pay back
Happiness would never be something you lack
The world is full of happiness
Happiness is helping beat the stress
The stress of anything that troubles
So let's spread happiness with our words
Let's try making happiness free
Let's try making it as simple as a glee
    

I'm on a diet, I assured,
But pizza thoughts, my cravings procured.
I picked up the phone to place the call,
Oh! How hard my mind tried to haul.

Tick-tock, the clock felt slow,
My cravings aglow, a tempting glow.
Ding-dong, the doorbell rang,
My pizza order, ready to hang.

Opening the box, anticipation soared high,
A cheesy delight, pleasing to the eye.
But as cheese melts, my resolve's demise,
Resisting temptation, a futile guise.

Though I aimed for discipline, I must confess,
In the face of pizza, I couldn't suppress.
So I indulged, with guilt and pleasure combined,
A fleeting moment of weakness, in my diet confined.
    

Another year, another cheer,
Brace through the world,
Loud and clear.

Fifteen, an age so bright,
Brace yourself, take a flight.
Teenage, oh so sweet,
Take your age like a treat.

A step closer towards adulthood,
A step ahead from childhood.
But don’t be scared,
Cause I am here,
Besties forever!
I swear.

Now eat a bite
Of your cake,
Now leave the fright
At the gate.
Hold my hand,
Together we stand.

Chapter fourteen comes to an end,
But I am still your best friend.
      

Love is a flower,
Blooming in our hearts.
Every action makes it pound,
Every decision counts.

Love isn’t just affection,
Love isn’t just attention.
Love is in the air,
Love is everywhere.

A dove to another,
A child to his mother,
One to its career,
Another to his dear.

They say love is complicated,
One must keep its heart gated.
If so, then why?
What is love? He cries.
    

Indian cuisine, a tale indeed
With every state, a new one we weave
From paneer to dosa’s
From chicken to samosa’s

Indian cuisine, a divine treat
Every corner provides you with a feast
From Rasmalai to Boorelu
From Kajukatli to Pateleo

Indian cuisine, you’ll never regret
Your cravings always met
So immerse yourself in this power divine
Cause after all, shikanji is better than wine
    

Oh to be loved,
To be someone's dove
Oh to be seen
To have someone be keen

Oh to be felt,
Oh to be held,
Held through your worst,
Held until the problem bursts,

To be loved so kind,
So difficult to find,
In a world full of cupid,
To be loved so stupid,

Oh to be embraced,
Through every situation one faced,
To stand together,
To be loved forever,

To be loved is it true?
To be loved, inside you
Self love is pain,
Self love is gain,

Embrace yourself,
Hold yourself,
To be loved by no one else,
To be loved themselves
    

Life’s a maze,
Full of craze,
Life’s history,
Life’s a mystery

It starts with a cry,
Isn’t it just a try?
A try to be,
A try to see,

See around you,
See what’s true,
Learn and fall,
Struggle to grow tall,

Life’s a game,
A saga of fame,
Childhood stories,
Captivating like lories,

Teenage chronicles,
Adult jingles,
Life’s full of stress,
Life’s a mess,

A mess that never cleans,
A wound that never heals,
Life’s beautiful isn’t it?
So wonderful isn’t it?
    

I saw a dream,
So unreal it seems,
A face so clear,
A face so dear,

Dancing through the crowd,
Music oh so loud,
Cheer of freedom,
Cheer so random,

Freedom from the world,
Happiness unfurled,
A butterfly flying high,
A butterfly not so shy,

A dream so small,
But effect so tall,
Oh, a dream so pretty,
A dream that makes me pity,

Pity the reality we’re in,
A pool of emotions we’re swimming in,
A pool so dense yet shallow,
Surrounded by a field so fallow,

A field of success and power,
A field with only billionaire towers,
Is money the dream?
Or is it success?

The question itself is a mess,
The world needs a guiding beam,
But isn’t the beam itself a dream?
A dream self-satisfied with trends,

But don’t all trends have an end?
An end we’ll soon reach,
What would this period teach?

A period of lies taught by power,
A period so delicate as a flower,
Teaching youth to be slaves by heart,
Gaslighting them into thinking they’re smart?

Where went the period of independence?
Why do we have this fence?
A fence barricading passion,
A fence forcing attraction,

Attraction towards something unreal,
Making the rich richer,
The poor poorer,
Suffocation is what we all feel,

It’s about time we leave mainstream stuff,
It’s about time we break these cuffs,
It’s time we realize mainstream isn’t for all,
Success lies where passion falls.