They ask,
“What makes you smile, what makes your heart sing?
Is it love, is it laughter, or some other thing?”
I chuckle, because how do I explain
that joy sometimes hides in the middle of rain?
Not the storm, not the thunder's loud call,
but in rainbows that arch, after it all.

It’s in that sweet, slow, romantic song,
where I twirl by myself, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
I dance like a dream, no one else in sight,
spinning so fast, I’m almost in flight.
No drinks, no buzz, just the music and me—
feeling high on my own kind of glee.

Lying on the floor, breath catching in my chest,
I listen to my heartbeat, steady and blessed.
It’s like a secret drum, playing just for me,
reminding me of life’s soft melody.

And oh, my brother—what joy he brings!
We laugh over nothing, about the silliest things.
Snapchat filters turn us into dogs with hats,
because honestly, who needs serious chats?
Our talks run deep, but the jokes run deeper,
and those moments make happiness feel sweeter.

Momos? Don’t get me started on those—
each bite like a hug wrapped in warm, doughy clothes.
And those rides that twist, and make me scream?
They turn fear into joy, like a childhood dream.

I smile at jhumkas, sparkling, dancing as I walk,
rings on my fingers that glitter as I talk.
Bollywood romance, cheesy but grand,
where love conquers all with a song and a hand.
Maybe life’s not a movie, but sometimes I wish,
for a love story that ends with a Bollywood kiss.

Poetry flows, like rain on a page,
spilling my thoughts, line after line,
capturing the moments, the feelings, the rage,
turning life’s chaos into something divine.

Happiness isn’t one thing, it’s a burst of many—
rainbows and laughter, and jokes shared with any.
It’s dances with myself, rides that make me scream,
momos and memories that feel like a dream.

In every small thing, joy quietly hides,
in laughter with my brother or rain-soaked rides.
And as I lie there, heartbeat under my hand,
I smile knowing this joy needs no grand plan.
It’s life, it’s love, it’s these everyday things—
the heartbeat, the laughter, the moments that sing.