Happiness...

For the one who thought happiness a destination

A bigger house perhaps..
Maybe another degree thereafter,
Let’s save the trip for a bulging purse
As we rely on a dream atrophying stanchlessly.

Guiding our material amassment jealously,
We trudge on to the price
Fantasizing of a love yet to come;
Love in the future.

Maybe it is Jannah,
With it’s seven firmament of priceless stones
Brimming with high-bosomed virgins,
Where we will waddle away in rivers of honey and milk
Munching thornless juicy fruits, surpassing all seasons.


Perhaps we will dash to the end,
Searching frantically for a finish line that was never drawn,
Hoping on promises yet to be whispered
A love that is merely dangling between lust and fancy;
Only then will we realize all our gods have clay feet

Then we will understand that all the random dews at dawn,
A leisurely walk to the mall,
A poorly planned trip with nights in cheap motels,
The loop-sided smile from the square headed stranger,
The trip to the zoo without a lion;
Are the recollections that occupy your time at the said destination.




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