While Searching For Happiness

by Sunshine   Nov 3, 2010


I look for it between tumbling lines
of fugitive lost memories, amid words
written by the passion of a dry pen's tip.

I search for it wherever I find dead
naked trees; somewhere beneath
a dry past Autumn, there at the top
of a crumbling horizon, at the depth
of a slavish, perfidious ocean.

I search, then I search till I miss
wisdom to differ between the blue
of my surface and the blue of my sky.

Though I no longer see signatures of
adoration above the softness of my
chest's white skin..

But perhaps it's dwelling within the
unaligned beats of my heart, or did
it simply vanish, abandoning me for
nights of misery and days of fear.

Leaving me nameless, denied without
the innocence of a smile to outline the
sadness featured on my face, without
the echoes of a single laughter to tell
about me ..

Alas; I can no longer search, yet to all of
you who are suffering today, or would
suffer tomorrow, if one night while
waiting like I once was for the remotest...

For the expatriate that may suddenly return,
breaking the silence, the boredom of your
taunting dark,

do tell, I died to heal and free my denied
self from it, that I became a part of the
illusion, that it's joy is still a part of!

That while searching for it, I became a
part of my own imagination.

-that no longer exists-

Copyright 2011 /© Rania Moallem All Rights Reserved

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  • 14 years ago

    by Clown

    I look for it between tumbling lines of fugitive lost memories
    and amid words written by the passion of a dry pen's tip.
    I search for it wherever I find dead naked trees;
    somewhere beneath a dry past Autumn .
    There at the top of a crumbling horizon ,
    and at the depth of a slavish, perfidious ocean.

    This first stanza really stood out from the rest of the poem, you have painted a most vivid picture here, I was in pure awe by the end of this stanza! The entirety of the poem complimented this beautifuly, down to where you become a part of your own imaganation. I could feel the emptness, the sorrow, though I could not grasp the pureness. Our founders wrote it best, All men have the right to pursue happiness, they state nothing of achievment. 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Such a deep poem with deep thoughts it just
    pulls the reader into this world of questions..I especially liked this stanza:

    Or did it simply vanish, leaving for me behind ;
    nights of misery twinkling with fear ?
    Leaving me nameless, denied
    without the innocence of a smile to outline the sadness
    featured on my face.
    Without the echoes of a single laughter to tell about me ..

    I can just picture the whole thing and feel like I am on a path searching...excellently written!

  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    The ending was yet again powerful. It's not easy to search for happiness, as a matter of fact we really shouldn't have to, we should be able to find it within ourselves without searching. Although this was a relatively long poem, it was expressed to the fullest degree. I will not pick it apart, for I don't see that would make any sense to. I like it as is, awesome job.

  • 14 years ago

    by ronnie

    Amazing. I love it, well done! :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    You never cease to amaze me and this poem took my breath away

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