I am alive like many
I confess often, I am blessed naively
I love to believe all is well within my life
Yet a part of me don’t belong to me fully
It longs for something I am not blessed with
I float on unfulfilled desires and dreams all the while
As if my life is on a constant rollercoaster of myriad questions.
I am alive like many
I state always I am a content human being
The superficial statement is anchored in lie
The tread of my life I am forced to cling on.
Yet a part of me is dissatisfied and looks for more
A sense of guilt pricks my conscience for wanting more
A constant comparison with many is weighing down the worth.
Am I truly alive like many?
For the first time I look into my life deeply
It looks plain and very much mundane, I realised
I am almost certain I am just breathing but not living
A part of me is very much human but lacks vigour of life
Life replay on its loop displaying same scenes in the memory lane
It yearns for right answer to put an end to many unanswered queries.
At the end, I solved the puzzle convincingly.
When my vision notices beauty around and appreciate it
When the bestowed blessings are appreciate with a pure heart
When the heart fills with love and compassion and flows to reach people
When I do things with upmost dedication without bothering the result
When I see the worth in self and try to improvise where it needs attention
That’s only when I shall honestly confess that I live life happily and contently.
© Maaya Dev