I find myself

Incredibly happy at times.

So happy

That my feet

Don't touch the ground.

I hop around

Humming a mellifluous tune

To myself.

My face glows

Like a ray of sun

Has been born.

My lips form

The most real curve

The most pristine one.

I feel elated

Blissful.

So happy that

Every vein feels like

It'll burst

With fragments of happiness.

I cannot ever answer

Why.

Oh, wait.

Do I need a reason to be happy?

I don't!

But...

If my happiness is because of mere 'nothings'

Does that make you

My nothing,

Krishna?