LIFE: A trail of hankering



“Success” and “happiness” 

I wanted it all.

From young to as I grew old,

It's meaning has changed

with each passing fall.


When I was small

I wanted prizes and accolades 

Cheers of my peers and persons

And a large entourage

I got it all and yet wanted some more... 


As youth came to me

success got a new meaning.

Slowly those wins lost its shine, 

Now I wanted money and promotion.  

The curse of maturity, barter of our soul 

and I raced to climb a never-ending staircase.

Every win became a predecessor 

To yet another unachieved dream and desire.


Desire – the ringmaster made me do tricks

Slowly the audience stopped clapping 

and left me all alone

As I won and lost what I desired there and then.


Happiness and bliss flitted away

and left me with emptiness in my core

as I found a new meaning

to the feeling of bliss

I earlier thought was an outcome of success.


As I get older and a little bit wiser

Wiser – am I delusional!!!! 

It's meaning has changed again. 

Happiness is now some people 

with whom I can share all my pains and gains.

Success is the freedom 

That comes by following my heart

through sunshine, rain and hail.


Maybe there are many more seasons to come 

With new meanings and transitions

But for now I will settle for the bliss

The peace that comes with this change....

Comments

  1. AnandswamiOctober 21, 2025 at 7:33 AM

    So true and poetic, simple true words created magic just like simple small moments create magic in life. Bravo to you

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  2. Musings by TaniyaOctober 21, 2025 at 8:32 AM

    Glad u appreciate it

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