Contempt of Contentment

By Anindita Das

The longingness to be content is a difficult feeling to shed

Be at work or personal life, there is a bit extra that we need

All that we accomplish, all that we achieved, never seemed enough

At the end of the day, there is always one more desire to feed

Being in constant comparison with another person to be fulfilled,

To feel satiated in life, is something we all go through

We may deny doing so, laugh at the prospect of indulging in it,

But deep down we know what is a fallacy and what is true

Feeling inferior at times, inadequate to reach the goal that we set,

Either trying too hard or giving up in frustration

Citing reasons of incompetence or blaming the fate that we carry

Is all that we deem right, to pacify the inner commotion

Trying to mask the insecurities by donning a fake persona

Seeming unaffected and unmoved by the turmoil that raves within

Losing the connect with oneself, the identity as a whole

In order to feel adequate, in pursuit of a probable win

The contentment is never achieved, never are we truly satisfied

No matter how much we try, to whichever extent we go to

In this race to always give our best, to keep drilling ourselves,

Lost is our inner peace, unaware of how the time rapidly flew

As we grow older and wiser, we realise how naïve we were

To waste our life in pursuit of what was unimportant

The thirst of accomplishment could never be quenched

All we did was fret and regret, which all this time stayed dormant

By Anindita Das