Little happy days like these:
Summer suns which suddenly dissolved into
Soft winds, wandering clouds and grey rains,
Long walks to nowhere, laughing at my songs,
Roadside momos and juicy mango shakes,
Hurried mutton dosa and a tiny cup of vanilla ice cream,
The bed on my floor: I look up and see an endless sky
And the wandering clouds lazily chasing each other.
Coffee grounded by my grandmother. A room just for me.
A place where I can look up to see an everlasting sky
Where only the wandering clouds smile back.
Little happy days like these, soon to be over,
Always to be loved in that happy place in my heart.