When they get fulfilled, they no longer feel important
How easily you forget the feverish nights and the hopeful days
You spent nurturing and nursing them
Setting every grey cell, every muscle in your body to slog
So you could achieve what you dreamt of,
That you kept burning like an akhand deep*,
Against all odds, as a reminder to go on
Blighting everything and everyone else
Until what you sought adamantly, that seemed just above your reach
There is no thrill of the danger of losing your all
For success is counted sweetest by those who ne’ er succeed*
So, I’d rather dear God, that not all my wishes get fulfilled
Lest I become complacent and arrogant
And start forgetting that nothing in this world exists
Without the breath of Lord Shiva,
Breathing the seeds of reason in to it….
The Akhand Jyoti Diya is a lamp lit throught the 9 days of the Hindu festival of Navaratri.
This symbolises the unwavering devotion of the devotees towards the divine.