Reporting from earth:
Sights and sounds seem estranged.
Everybody knows there's an alien midst them.
My stay here is a carefully plotted story.
I've come to measure the gross "national" happiness.
I hate words that make us ...

Miniscule or mammoth sized packages, happiness meets you for sure.I'm beginning to realise and unrealise the the locii of control lies within us. I'm reminded of what i had written 4 years back. Here it goes, a school girl's riot in the head-

Blue butterflies sewing my heart,
dismissing thoughts and dots.
Abstract elements lie about
knitted together warm,shelling out love.
Never willing to bid goodbye to me.
I'm all a fresh pink bud now--
upto something.
Singing my anthem loud,
Inking myself with memories, would you dear life..
paint me something?
Pretty colours smiling,stop me from blotting.
Roll over to my side,I will tell you my story.
Many lessons
Many songs
Many lapses
Enough to lay me strong.
Me and my giving room and air between us...
Life, can i see you through?
to commence the curtain-raising event,
me peeping out of my cradle!!!

Its so amazing and scary to know that we all do know on what is to become of us ..we can sense things very early ..very vaguely...and hence easy forgetting..

HAPPINESS
Translated into French by: Ganga Rudraiah