Happy Hour vs Happy Place

7 PM on a Friday evening
Burdened Shoulders
Dropping down with pain and stress
You are faced with a choice
A choice between two things that are Happy!

This first thing is a crowd favourite
And why not?
It allows you to rant and vent
It’s the option that makes you forget
And makes you feel brave too.
Loud laughs
Funny Quips
Friends Cheer
Snap a finger, Midnight is here.
Every time you visit
Your mind turns and twists
and, just like that
Sorrows drown deep inside
Happy Hours push your pain aside.

Option two is known by few
Possibly because, it’s imaginary,
It requires you to be vulnerable
To be able to embrace the good version of you.
This one makes you smile
Sends the feeling of joy through your soul
It shows you
Heart’s desire
Dreams you aspire
What matters at the core
Your secret, what gives you more
Every time you are here
towards a positive state you steer
and just like that
Sorrows fade away to the far
The Happy Place is a rockstar

So, it’s 7 PM on a Friday evening
Burdened Shoulders
Dropping down with pain and stress
You are faced with a choice
A choice between two things that are happy.

Happy Hour or
The Happy Place
What will it be?



Favourite Train Station


No matter the time
No matter the hour of the day
The train runs
Moving closer with every stop
Reassuring as it glides ahead
Changing tracks
Still not losing sight of the destination
Signals cause delays
Breakdowns and maintenance too
Worries me,
How much longer?
I think, I get restless.
My eyes await familiarity
The wooden benches
Candy and food stalls too
We are close now
My mind begins to relax
Within 5 mins, I will alight on secure grounds
I smell safety
A smile begins to appear
I can spot the tall pillars
Benches and bridges too
The train starts to slow
My heart is happy now
No it’s not just a train station
It feels like home

Tube Light- her 4 am friend

The sun brought along schedules and spreadsheets
Mundane as they may sound, with these, her fears she cheats.

Kept her mind occupied, her fears at bay.
Enthusiasm of meeting people, sometimes real, mostly fake, got her through the day.

Cometh the midnight, she closes her eyes tight.
No escaping the frightful fears, to the ceiling and beyond, it’s a lonely night.

Mind at unrest, body tossing around in the bed.
The possibility of this turning into a permanent scenario, she lay scared.

Rain slashing against the pane, freakish sounds abuzz, her eyes open wide
She curls up on the right, with no one to hold on the other side.

This thought of ending up alone played like a horror scene.
Few minutes, sometimes longer, never does it go unseen.

Switched on the button, the old tube light in her room shone.
Giving Ally, the comfort and familiarity of the known.

Falls into a slumber finally, in the company of the light
Its effect was dim, but it gave her a sense of might.