I am not Gautam Buddha

Prosaic poetry

is so insufficient

to capture life.

I am not Gautam Buddha. There are myriad shades of life. Joy buoys me, while pain drains me out. Pain scalds, and leaves its scars on the psyche.  Happiness is used as an anaesthetic, a painkiller, a sedative or tranquilizer to ease the condition.

Intensity hits

happy and sad mindsets

enveloped in pain.


Haibun – Poem Envelope inspired by Colleen Chesebro at

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry #Challenge #36

Image : pursuit-of-happiness.org



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