Living

There was this sudden urge in me,
Since I had some time free,
To write a few lines about,
The thing that makes me truly happy without a doubt.

Just on thinking about it,
I could see inside me lit,
A while light of purity and delight,
But I am not sure if it is right,
To give dimensions to something,
That for me is more blessed than the temple bell's ring.

Probably it is still defining itself,
Growing into not what I had left, but something else.
No, I am not sad on its change,
Because it has not disappeared, but is only showing its range,
Of how diverse it could be,
Something that would come and energise me,
With its presence just being felt,
One moment ice, next moment it would melt,
Turning invisible or into something else,
Coming out only when there is the slightest of stress,
To make me reach the pinnacle of true happiness,
Clearing inside me the previously created mess.

I would literally sway from the inside,
As if I were facing some tide,
Full of peace, joy and perseverance,
And feel as I was neither tensed,
Nor dejected about any situation,
It would help me as if it were in my relation.

What is this actually?
I probably wont be able to tell factually.
But I like it in any form it comes,
And then swiftly tries to run,
Far away and disappear in the universe of my thoughts,
There isn't one incident to prove it, but lots.

Is it a part of me rescuing me?
Or someone else from the heavenly tree,
Who would come and set me free,
From the puzzles whose part I dont like to be.

Whoever or whatever it is,
I just hope it stays with me as long as my soul lives,
Even if I go and join the only known one,
And then be felt as the Spirit of the Sun. . .