Ataraxia

Mellow sound of water splash
dropping on my cup of tea
the evening has fallen
down to the earth’s brim.
The sun is being swallowed partly,
the moon rising above ground slowly.
Waves of ocean current reverberating,
the cold breeze is mindlessly blowing.
Lost-
lost is the cold breeze, the ocean current,
the water droplets falling in the cup of tea,
the sun setting in twilight,
the moon rising at night,
they lost the taste of-
fun and excitement,
fear and redemption,
passion and pleasure.
they are just driven by the force
for fulfilling a direction and a purpose.
they are not perfect
maintaining a day’s routine,
but they can’t quit their jobs overnight,
or complain about a rough day.
In the end, mustn’t they settle peacefully?
they deserve a cup of tea served in the table,
and a good wage in the end of the month,
and a certificate of appreciation for CV?
Don’t you think they deserve a little credibility too?

To experience peace after a tough day is essential. Have it.

~Navaparna

Day 4 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2023.

Off prompt today. Tried creating a comparison of our life and the non-living things of nature that simultaneously works like we humans do, everyday, same routine but at least we experience some helpful ways to protect our peace of mind and it is necessary to keep ourselves fit for survival as well. Ataraxia, the goal.

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