JOY

Caught in the intricacies of a swirling quagmire

Is any joy left in life?

At the recieving end of Judas' betrayal

Are there any moments of bliss?

Dreams furiously ruptured and seemingly beyond reach

Will happiness ever play hop scotch?

When the road ahead screams a silent never ending wail

Will the destination ever court the bewildered?

Cascading tears of pain and longing

Will the lotus stand tall above the mud?

But does not the darkest night end in a rapturous dawn

Filling the cosmos with the effervescence of new hopes?

Does the night not serenade the stars and a full moon

Sprinkling its subtle charm on a waiting vegetation?

Do the raindrops not morph into a breathtaking rainbow

Pulling even the old and jaded in a whirlpool of joy?

Does the sinking Sun over the ocean each dusk

Not rise meteorically to a brilliant flame disc?

Does a harsh winter not give way to Spring

Rejuvenating the Earth and making it laugh with joy?

Oh yes, even the stringent of fortunes

Even the darkest of destinies

Even through the burden of Himalayan obstacles

Joy breezes in to the human soul.

BIO

Aabha Rosy Vatsa is an author, poet and former teacher. Her literary journey started a decade ago with her blog 'Daffodils'. She has published several books of poetry, a travelogue on Amanath a short story collection titled MONSOON MUSINGS and a collection of love poems titled YESTERDAY ONCE MORE. The culmination of her literary journey was the publication of her autobiography in 2020, titled THE GIFT OF LIFE. She is a quintessential student of life and a die hard optimist. Her life's philosophy is simply Karma. She lives in Faridabad with her family.