Novel & Cerita Poem From Happiness For Beginners

I smiled at him and he gave me a winsome smile. "Pehla nasha, Pehla khumaar, Naya pyaar hai naya intezaar, Kar loon main kya apna haal, Aye dil-e-bekaraar, Mere dil-e-bekaraar, Tu hi bata. (First intoxication, first ecstasy... it's a new love, a new wait. What condition I should get myself into, tell me, O restless heart of mine.)" We started singing the song loudly, crazily and cheerfully. So this happened when two crazy souls fall in love. The craziness and joy become double. I laughed uncontrollably.

“Try this, Hope is the thing with feathers..’” He interrupted with a groan. “You said no bird poems.” “This one’s different,” I said. “It stays in the heart, not in a cage.” He looked up at me, still skeptical but willing. “Fine. But you say the first part.” I did, the lines rolling off my tongue, softer than I meant them to. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”

Silence. Then softly: “We already built the life I used to pray for.” God. The sentence physically tightened his chest. Because once, both of them viewed happiness like something distant. Future tense. Now? Now they were already living inside it. Elena looked toward the reception behind them. Warm lights. Laughter. Beautiful ordinary joy. “I spent so many years believing happiness would arrive dramatically.” Silence. “But honestly?” Her voice softened carefully. “It arrived slowly.” “In mornings.” “In conversations.” “In peace.”

It is I adore you. You cannot perceive happiness. It's the sensation you get while watching waves break or while gazing through a web of interwoven violet stems in spring grass. There is no moonlight or sunlight, yet But a separate shining. Joy lives behind people's eyes.

The dawn finds us still on the floor, wrapped in each other, the city beginning to wake outside. It’s fragile, this happiness is paper-thin and trembling but it’s ours. And for once, that’s enough.

Thinking again about the man chasing after me gave me the willpower to get to the tree and pull myself up enough to begin slowly limping home on the one good ankle I still had to use. Seeing our home come into view made me happy because it means that I only had a little way to go still but seeing my dad home made me even happier.

The question came out of nowhere, or out of the specific somewhere of the Sunday evening, the second batch, the kitchen warm, the garden dark. Alexander looked at him. The question was not a small question. It was not a question that could be answered with a simple yes or no, not really, not if you thought about it. Happiness was complicated. Happiness was not a state but a direction, not a destination but a way of traveling. Happiness was the second batch, maybe — not the achievement but the ease that came after the achievement, not the work but the reward for the work. But Alexander did not overthink it. He did not analyze. He did not qualify.

I couldn't put my feelings right now into words, I am too happy beyond the words exaggerated and too much. "Mom" D*mn, Dang it! I felt like the universe stab my heart with full force. This feeling is killing me, now I know that too much happiness can also kill. The way he softly call me for the very very first time after more than 10 years, If the happiness I had right now can be covered into light then I guess I can light up the whole planet by myself.

I can’t help but appreciate all the love I am getting from you all. Thank you so much, guys!!! Happiness is a beautiful thing Family is a wonderful gift And life can be so good, That all thoughts of evil Could evaporate. However, while this family Is celebrating Chaos and Catastrophe Lurk in the dark, Waiting. One thing does this teach us, We cannot be too sure Of what the next second could bring Life truly is unpredictable. -PenaciousShewa

I’m a fucking piece of meat and that’s how I find solace in this misery that I’ve been locked up throughout my whole existence. Am I happy? Yeah, probably, maybe, somehow. I’m satisfied with getting temporary happiness out of the temporary people that I met because that’s the only way I know I could taste happiness. Happiness in permanence is just allergic of me and no matter how I tried to embrace it in full glory, it just keeps on escaping out of my hands.