by rvijax
happiness
A lone indian stands among the white dunes,
Naked bones shine from the cool earth,
The stars seem reachable, and the heart
leaps for them. The pursuit of happiness!
Or this obligation to be happy,
after all the baggages carried to be here.
Like how back in San Francisco,
I casually expect the happy sun to show up,
not in spite of the fogs, but because of them.
So, I smile. Clinging to my old suspicion,
there is no pursuit, there is no obligation.
The baggages are just brief irrelevancies.
My affinity to worry is also not a vice.
It is what makes this resolve to be happy- complete.
I wrote this poem while backpacking in New Mexico in August 2014. Here are some pictures from the trip!
Vijay Rajakumar 