next poem - awakening

I struggle through my strifes,
That elusive destination, I want to reach.
Why then, is that prize not enough ?
Why then, is so uneasy, that which I seek ?

All my existence, I have longed for this,
To the moon I have gazed, through the sun I have toiled
But that chimera - from a distance it seemed so enchanting
in perspective, was never my desire.

I humour myself - try to gain solace in what I have achieved
But what is achievement - a happy coincidence
What is achievement, an accidental stumbling upon coveted poisons.

I did not see..blinded I was
overtaken by lust for the prize
...The destination is only a punctuation
... an ephemeral high

Yes, 'tis the journey.. a reward in itself -
the successes I no longer rejoice
the failures I no longer grieve
I grieve the journeys gone by... I rejoice - the journeys to come

Let me now not travel.. from one high to another
but from one road to the next, from one toil to another
Let the journey now be my destination
Let me now journey, from one journey to another.


Mairaj Zindran