Happiness

I was searching for happiness,

I have been searching for a long time,

But I could never find it.

Sometimes I was so close-

That I thought “This is it!”

“I have found it!”

But it never stayed with me

For more than just a few moments.

Those moments are so very rare

And so very precious to me.

Then one day I knew that

This is not the right way.

I was searching for joy

In all the wrong places.

All I had to do was

Look within me and

I could have found you

Waiting to be discovered.

The Cockroach


Cockroach, cockroach, cockroach.

How you just encroach-

Into my home, into my room,

Into places untouched by a broom.

I sweat, I fume, and I run,

But all you have is fun!

I thought I just hit you,

But there you sat as if by cue.

I tried bringing a cat,

But it was always after the rat.

I tried the sprays

And my life was in disarrays.

Now I’ve stopped

Chasing after you

And by some kind of fluke

You just disappeared.

And then I wondered

Is it the same with my life!

Haven’t I wandered-

Enough after dreams!

Now I am content

Living my life.

Oh! Just a little cockroach!

But it gave me my life.

The Road Ahead

The Road Ahead-

I still keep walking-
When will this road end?
Or will it be going on forever and ever
When nothing is left but me myself.
Will I still have to walk on
Or will I ever find a place to rest.
Life seems to be moving fast-
Why I am not able to keep pace?
When I slow down-
Will this road just end
Or will it be still lying
Long and lonelyin front of me.
I don't know when I'll reach
Where my destination lies.
Still I just keep walking and walking,
Hoping that this road
Will take me to where I belong.

Hi!

My name is Arathy. I don't have much to say about myself. I love to read, write, dance etc etc..
I have always had a habit of jotting down all the dark feelings that sprouts in my mind. It helps me relax. But that definitely might be the reason why my Mother thinks that I am a pessimist. Don't believe it. I stay optimistic by vending out my pessimistic feelings through pen and paper.
To jot down these on to a blog and hear the comments from public was my father's idea ( always the practical one).
So I am starting out with a blog of my own, and waiting to hear all your comments