STUCK IN THE SEARCH OF

The Mirage Called Happiness

a poem

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Happiness has only become a Mirage for me

I can only see it from afar, no touch and feel

On the next turn, in the barren desert

But when I reach there, it just disappears

Luring me in a thirst trap Of False Hope and Empty Promises

My arms all tied and wrapped

I try, try and try but I cannot reach

There’s only quite a little left of me

I rush behind Happiness

that is indeed afar and maybe Non-existent

Losing my all

I finally break down into my knee

Like the last drop of water in the cold sea

Happiness has only become a mirage for me.

Every time I feel like I’ve finally gotten close enough to hold it — close enough to breathe it in and tuck it safely into my heart — it slips away. Just as I reach out, it moves further, fading into oblivion like it was never there. Maybe onto the next thing. The next day. The next time.

It’s like a dream I almost remember, but the harder I try to grasp it, the more it dissolves and fades.

Maybe happiness isn’t meant to be held. Maybe it only visits us in glimpses and fleeting seconds.
Or maybe, it’s not out there at all. Maybe it’s something we build slowly, piece by piece, in the quiet in-between moments.

I still chase it sometimes, despite knowing better. Despite the ache it leaves behind.

Hoping, reaching, and believing that one day, the mirage might stay.