We are like grains of sand
On a beach sunlit by brilliant rays of hope;
Repeatedly we get swept back by strong relentless waves
Of our own wishes and desires,
Leaving us in torment at times, unable to cope.
They keep coming one after the other
Keeping us tied to our senses;
Distracting us from the true purpose of life,
Always wanting more and more,
Vulnerable, never able to mend our fences.
Fulfilment of one does not always mean
Growing out of it;
Instead, the intensity could get multiplied,
Leaving us with a poor self-perception
And an inner state lacking happiness, dark and poorly lit.
Often we wonder if there is a way
To become like a hard rock;
Having an inner resilience
Bouncing back the waves which keep splashing against us,
Receiving cravings and desires which we can simply mock.
Let them break on our external crust
And return…
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ashokbhatia 
Extrinsic: Comforts; Intrinsic: Contentment.
Happiness – Bliss.
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Thank you, sir.
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