We all are in search of continual bliss,
Itching to find so many reasons to smile.
Is it money and wealth or a lover’s kiss,
That keeps us merry and happy for a while?
But to be in a state of peace and zen,
People start to worship gods and praise an idol.
Some look at the sweet release of narcotics now and then,
While others are charitable to seem gracious and noble.
But after all the laughter and joy subsides,
What is this gaping hole in my heart i wonder,
That nothing in this world simply can hide,
Roaring in my mind and soul like wild thunder.
Is the idea of continual bliss an endless road,
As we strive to find the end while we slowly erode?
Floating thoughts 