Short Poem Happiness Novels & Stories

I didn't miss how he and Nanay Emily shared a look, but I continued walking upstairs while humming the 'Happy song' of Pharrell Williams. "Huh... because I'm happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof. Because I'm happy, clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth. Because I'm happy, clap along if you know what happiness is to you. Because I'm happy, clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do.."

"Kayi mannaton ke baad Mere ghar me aayi hai khushi Nazren bacha ke waqt ki Mene churayi hai khushi Darwaze pe baraat apne Saath laayi hai khushi......" (After many wishes, happiness has come to my house, Hiding from the eyes of time, I have stolen the happiness, The procession has bought the happiness at the door) ——————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

Lang Tinh had just finished work late at night, she was tired and dragged her feet, outside it was pouring rain so she suppressed, the rain was not big but enough to wet her shoulder, she stood there silently looking at the raindrops for a long time. . A motorbike ran to the gas brake and stopped right in front of her eyes, involuntarily making her lips smile, a crazy happy smile. - Get on the car. I brought her home. - Can we go to dinner first? I'm hungry.

A group of children ran past her. Laughing. One nearly slipped. Recovered dramatically. Then celebrated as though he'd conquered a mountain. Ama laughed softly. The child raised his arms victoriously. His friends cheered. The achievement was completely insignificant. And completely important. Because happiness often looked like that. Small. Unexpected. Ordinary. Not grand revelations. Not cosmic truths. Just moments. Collected over time. Built into a life. She resumed walking. Snowflakes settled on her coat. The city lights began appearing as evening approached.

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.

And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. - by ST Coleridge. *********** Hey Readers, Remember one thing in life- never lose hope. Life is short but the problems in it are heavy. But that does not mean there is no happiness. Try to find happiness in small things. Sometimes luxuries paled in front of simple actions.

Dear Twaine Happiness is in everything; I dare you to invite it in. It is in the rain, cool and fresh, just as deeply as the sunshine, for they bring forth different emotions. Happiness is enjoying the moment, being present for that gift that is living, and allowing it to become intense.

so many hardships yet they still manage to fight all of it. They say that life is but a breath of life that will soon fade. All people will die one day. That is our fate. That is why we must live the way we wanted. Live the life with no regret. Some may have the change to do so and some may not have. Some may be somewhere near it and some may still be far from it. But there is just one thing that all people wished to live. “Your beloved?” “Yes, Yes, you are” And that is happiness. Happiness that can’t even be explained by words. May it be simple or simplest out of all… that kind of joy you can’t be measured. That kind of happiness you could never give up even for a large sum of money.

She said proudly as walked to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was intact. “Yeah I know, but thank you would be more appreciated” he said as he grabbed his car key ‘Thank you’ is one of the words that is missing and will never be found in Flora’s dictionary. Even when it is finally found, she hardly says it. She will never say thank you because thinks she deserves all the attention and worship or probably because she’s a proud as a peacock, there’s no need to be appreciative. Gregor knows this but never fails to tell her how beautiful she is, because if he doesn’t; then trouble and drama is bound to start.

AURORA- Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person.