In Search Of Happiness Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Let providence if pleased be, bless
Me to help spot my happiness,
Show me a map— a vague image
Upon my life's nearest blank page;
Let it explain from where to start,
How to proceed whence to depart,
Tell me what colour the place is painted,
Let a door number be indicated.

Whereso the place be in the world,
In heavens, yon where stars are lit,
Open-eyed I'd rush rapid feet,
I may grow wings of a large bird.
Or if not heaven the high seas,
I'll set sails, waiting for no breeze,
Let it be long nautical miles,
Ill sail and sail from isles to isles,
To spot that house of happiness,
Providence if pleased be to bless.
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How far we all go in search of happiness! We assume that happiness is far off and is not easy to reach. Yet, the essential nature of man is infinite bliss. All we have to do is dust our exterior, and happiness is there. Man is like a mirror that reflects happiness but for the fine dusty layer on the surface. Alas, we find it harder to search within.
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Musings | 03.07.12 |
Topic: happiness