Balloon Smiles..

A bright sunny morning it was,
Birds singing and Trees dancing,
Yet sad and low I felt,
Dependant on someone for my happiness as I was.

Nothing seemed nice to me,
Not even the mild breeze,
Though everything was perfect to smile,
I waited for someone to make me smile.

Suddenly from nowhere,
A balloon came flying,
Irritated by it hitting me,
I held it between my two hands.

A cute Smiley was printed on it,
It smiled back at me though I did not,
It made me think that,
It had no reason to smile,
Yet it smiled from within.

I had millions of reasons to smile,
Yet I chose to remain sad,
The Balloon taught me to,
Be Happy, No Matter What!

Then I realized,
How weird this was,
A non-living thing taught me,
To take charge of my happiness.

Dependant on someone for happiness,
Is something all of us do, but realize that,
No One Is In Charge Of Your Happiness,
Except You!

-Neha Kulkarni..

87 thoughts on “Balloon Smiles..

      1. Well, actually I was kind of busy these days after holidays and all… work at the office and work at home.
        Of course, I always come back, dear Neha. How have you been? Is everything okay?

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      2. Oh great..I hope you’ve had amazing holidays and I agree getting back to routine after holidays is really difficult..I’ve been good buddy..It’s exam season here in India so busy with the same..

        It was great seeing you back..โค

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      1. After a lot of thinking I opened my account in WordPress and decided to write such blogs. But…. It’s as if I can’t put my thoughts into words and therefore can’t even finish one blog.. How do you do it ???? Considering the fact that we are in the same grade ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…


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