Happiness — A Silent Light

Happiness is not a song,

To be sung only with instruments,

Nor is it the laughter

That echoes in a crowd.

It is a moment

Breathing softly in silence,

Found in a mother’s handmade bread,

Or a child’s unfiltered giggle.

It lives in the sunrise’s golden bloom,

Hiding in the tender touch of light,

And sometimes descends gently

In the shadows of the setting dusk

Like peace sent by God.

I didn’t find it in flashing cities,

Nor behind walls of gold,

But in the broken window of a simple hut

Where light softly peeked through.

Happiness makes no noise,

It demands no applause,

It simply walks in quietly

And lights a lamp within the heart.

I found it

One tired evening

When my child ran into my arms and said,

“Daddy, you are my hero.”

Happiness is the final sip

Of an old, forgotten coffee,

The miles of silent walking

Hand in hand with someone close.

It’s the tear

That flows gently after healing,

The prayer that pauses on lips

But is answered in the heart.

Happiness asks for no price,

No promises, no conditions,

Only a heart that knows

How to be thankful.

Author: Osama Javed