Hotel Worryfornia to Hotel Happyfornia-155

 Hotel Worryfornia to Hotel Happyfornia-155

 

I was just keeping my fingers crossed.

I was just keeping my fingers crossed.

 

She said, "It's cold out here.

Let me take you to a place where you can warm up."

Though she was pretty—prettier than anyone I'd ever seen—

I couldn't enjoy her beauty.

I trusted her words and walked in,

only to be greeted by another pretty face saying:

"Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia."

 

Such a nasty place,

such a nasty place—

where guilt lives in every corner of the hotel.

Welcome to the Worryfornia.

Such a nasty place.

 

Such a dull place,

such a dull place—

where regret lives beneath the bed you sleep in.

Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia.

Such a dull place.

 

Such a toxic place,

such a toxic place—

where hate is mixed into every drink you order.

Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia.

Such a toxic place.

 

Such a painful place,

such a painful place—

where jealousy is piled on every dish you order.

Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia.

Such a painful place.

 

Such a scandalous place,

such a scandalous place—

where scams are spread on every slice of bread you eat.

Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia.

Such a scandalous place.

 

Such a fearful place,

such a fearful place—

where stress possesses you the moment you check in.

Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia.

Such a fearful place.

 

The hotel is neither listed on any travel site,

nor is there an agent who can book it for you.

You won't find us in a busy metropolis

or out in the countryside.

 

The Hotel Worryfornia is within you—

built in your mind,

welcomed by the pessimist receptionist inside you,

guided by the bellboy within you,

loaded with worries in your deeper mind.

Drinks are mixed by a bartender

with toxic thoughts brewed in your own mind's distillery.

Negativity is garnished by the chef within you,

plucking the worst memories from your brain.

 

Welcome to the Hotel Worryfornia—

such a nasty place,

such a dull place,

such a toxic place,

such a painful place,

such a scandalous place,

such a fearful place—

owned only by you.

 

But you alone can delist it

and demolish it within yourself,

and build a hotel called Happyfornia in its place.

 

Welcome to the Hotel Happyfornia.

Welcome to the Hotel Happyfornia—

such a lovely place,

such a lovely place,

where peace and prosperity live in harmony.

 

So, let's forget the Hotel Worryfornia

and build the Hotel Happyfornia—

to live in harmony and die in peace.

 

M.L. Narendra Kumar