Happiness

There is no darkness darker than itself but perhaps a light brighter than its true self. I wish to show it you someday but it is only a glow within. 
A crumb to begin with that evenly spreads to the dazzle of a wholesome day, conquering every dark corner with a hopeful glow and drowning to its depth every possible reason of grief; the moment I see contentment in colors and sounds of a soulful laughter, befall your full moon face.
And precisely then, in all my life, I know my soul bathing in things brighter than the light itself. In my consciousness, I call it Happiness.