His Acceptance

He stares at the wall as the time goes by,

As the clock ticks on well beyond midnight.

He looks at himself perplexed and vile,

Reaping the thorns of his crazy wine.

The moment of madness is well past gone,

The damage that is, has all been done.

He looks as his life as a bombarded war town

Where the debris of the clash is scattered around

The taste of the poison is still sour in mouth,

Memories of his past haunting around.

As he comes down to the end of his life,

Laying on his bed jotting down.

The plans they made were never fulfilled,

Love and friendship gone with the wind.

Time is such it hides, does not heal.

As it all goes by in its crazy wheels.

But his life was fun and joyous once,

When he shared his thoughts with his loved one.

When he held her hands and walked the streets,

Planning for their future that came to be.

His life now is a haunted past,

As he lays on his bed staring at the wall.

Waiting for her last missed call,

As he lays down, staring at the wall.

In the pursuit of Happiness

We have all chased after of still chasing some sort of goal. Get a good college, good job, nice bike, a good car and what not. What does that leave us in the end? What is that feeling when we have archived what we were desperately running after? That feeling is an accomplishment, a sense of relief, maybe a moment of pride- that brings a nice smile in our faces. Once that moment is gone all that we are left with is chase.

Everyone chases after something’s in their lives- those things are called goals as they are supposed to motivate people. We hear people asking- “Have you declared your goals for the year?” Apparently now goals come in templates! That’s the way to drive a bunch of people and make them do something productive. Life is not that different. From our childhood we see elder people who are doing well. We like that person and want feel as accomplished as that person. Slowly that person becomes our hero. That person becomes the template that drives us and we desperately try to model ourselves around that. After years of effort what are we? Imperfect copies of our heroes? That sounds hilarious doesn't it? Wise ones will counter that imperfections make us unique.

So why is that- after so much time and effort we still don’t find ourselves happy? That childhood alter ego keeps questioning from the back of our head- Are you really doing okay? Do you really want to do this? So to stop that tireless ranting and keep ourselves focused, we make another goal and run after it. In the end however do we really find happiness? Looks like to find out- we have to wait till the end!