The Happy Me


Do you know when I felt the happiest? It was a few moments before I said “I do” to you. Those last moments of blissful unawareness…

The time I didn’t know what was awaiting me. The time when I was dreaming of a life full of love. The time I lived a few years ago…

Those moments before I tied the knot with you. When I was living a lie…a beautiful lie. The time I lived before the dark truth started staring in my face…

Take me back in time, to the last moments of bliss. And allow me to live them again. The time I was still me…

They seem like a lifetime away, those moments of happiness. But are they really that far from my reality? Or maybe time has just slowed down and pushed that time far away in the past…

The time when my eyes were shielded with a veil and my heart with your love. The moments before it all came crashing down…

I look back at those moments and yearn for them. But I can’t ever reach out to them…they’ve slipped away from my hands and gone to a time long gone by…

It was another lifetime maybe for I don’t remember what happiness feels like. I don’t remember what time feels like. Or what love feels like. But I do remember the day I was the happiest…


6 Comments Add yours

  1. armiere guns says:

    very good

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 🙂


  2. Ciscas says:

    May this happiness continue day in day out


    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you! But as per the poem…the girl lost her happiness after she got married! Though I hope she gets back her happiness 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Ciscas says:

        May be if she divorce….or… prayer can do miracles.

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Yamini says:

        Oh yes, maybe!

        Liked by 1 person

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