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An Eternal Wish, Fulfilled   

{Vaishnavi S.}

Elated. 

Blissful. 

My heart  like  that of a singing sparrow. 

I am at the top of the mountain. 

After a hard climb,  up. 

Doing the celebration dance of  a  peacock. 

My mind  like  a still, calm river. 

Wings  unclipped; I can soar like an eagle. 

Soaring   high  in the sky. 

Feeling  proud  and majestic. 

Feeling boundless. 

If only I could feel like this. 

Yet, 

Here I lay  incomplete. 

A  piece of me missing. 

Empty. 

A cloud  hangs over me. 

Blocking out all the sunlight. 

And  letting the rain pitter-patter over my life. 

My heart beating  to the rhythm of a conga drum. 

My mind  like  a tempest tossed sea. 

I  have  looked everywhere, yet I still can’t find it. 

Like a tired unmotivated child during a scavenger hunt.

Like a tired, unmotivated child during a scavenger hunt. 

I lay in exasperation. 

Desperation. 

People say that they want to be happy. 

That it’s their eternal wish. 

Items of material value shine like diamonds in their eyes. 

I lay in exasperation.

Desperation.

People say that they want to

be happy

That it's their eternal wish.

Items of material value shine like diamonds in front of their eyes.

Believing these items will bring them contentment. 

Their desperation leads them to living under this misconception. 

Eating it for lunch. 

Breathing it. 

Thinking it. 

Dreaming it. 

One wish becomes one hundred. 

One hundred becomes one thousand. 

Yet, they are still not satisfied. 

Thinking that all their desires will be fulfilled through more of something. 

What they don’t realize 

Is that happiness is not a commodity that is bought, sold or given. 

It is not an item of material value. 

It is a feeling, an emotion and an idea.  

They are unaware that the idea they’re seeking is in the place where they would least think to browse or surf. 

It resides within.