THE STORY OF A HAPPY MAN

There used to be a folklore
No one knew how it began
It's end, nobody was sure about
But it was about a happy man.

Was he happy from the start?
I wish someone could answer that
But he did smile and he did laugh
And he always loved to chat.

Was the man ever in pain?
The idea seemed a little farfetched.
He never complained about anything
Not one soul knew about his regrets.

The story had the man singing
As he hopped down the hills, his home.
Some saw him talking to the birds
Others saw him whispering alone.

Some knew him for being caring.
Others for being annoyingly kind.
The story mentions him for his jokes
And also for his sharp mind.

There used to be a folklore
It was about a happy man.
But then I wonder, was it true?
Only happiness, no sign of pain.

Why no beginning, why no end?
What was the man trying to hide?
Was he faking all his moments
Was there anyone by his side?

The story never tells us that
Did the happy man had a friend.
He knew everyone around
Yet no close ones to know how it end.

Was he then running away?
Scared, closeness might hurt him.
Is that what might have happened
In the story's beginning?

Did he then hurt himself,
Did what he feared still happen?
So is the end not so happy
For our story's happy man.

But none of that mattered ever
As the folklore was sung for eras.
In people's memory, the man was happy
And that's exactly who he was.

                                  - Daichi
                                  (Chinmoy Dey) 

GREY

I have seen the world with my windows closed

It's beautiful, so colorful
The darkness adds to the shade
It's calm, it's silent
The closed pane blocks the chaos. 

It's a painting on a canvas
Lifeless, yet serene
It's a deaf man's lullaby 
As he cradles to sleep. 

It's constant, so perfect
Never too warm, never too cold
It's a cloudless night in autumn 
As you gaze at the stars. 

But today I opened my window. 

The world's not perfect, it's different 
Like the people it holds
There's a different noise everytime 
There's a different color everywhere. 

I felt the breeze, the raindrops in my palm
As I heard the birds rushing to nest
And then the scorching heat pierced me
As the dry wind did it's ghostly laugh. 

The world felt weird, unpredictable
But somehow, everything made its own way 
Sometimes the clock of parrots made me smile
Sometimes the clouds made annoying faces. 

I saw the real world today 
I saw what life really is
It's random, it's bizarre
It's beyond the scope of prediction. 

But plants find flowers and birds find nest
And earth finds them who are lost and alone
Screams and silence make a symphony
Light and darkness make a spectrum. 

The world's not perfect, ever changing 
But maybe that's the beauty of it
We change as per our world
And our world changes when we need it to. 

My world and I, 
Maybe we were always companions
And the window,  under the garb of security 
Was just a delusion, a facade. 

I am glad I opened the window today. 

                                                 -  Chinmoy Dey (Daichi)