Chasing the rainbow

Jayasree

Futile the efforts,

chasing the rainbow,

always eluding,

always outside your grasp,

the colours that be 

fading away,

never to be touched,

the pot of gold still elusive.

Then, as you flounder,

disappointment clouding over,

you realize

you are the rainbow,

shining with all the 

vibrant colours,

the elusive pot of gold 

is within you,

not yet unearthed,

The colours that be

fill your soul 

to make you whole.

 

 

  • Author: Jay (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2021 01:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: We all are searching for the perfect life and happiness, not realising that we are the ones who create the perfect life and we are the ones responsible for our happiness. When I was young I remember reading a legend that says , the fairies keep a pot of gold under the rainbow.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    Yep, I am my own very rainbow just as you describe so well. Happy to be wherever I find me.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Chasing an elusive fantasy?
    β€œThe journey not the arrival matters.” – Mostly attributed to T.S. Eliot, seems pretty appropriate here.
    You have made that plain in a very appealing little work Jay.

  • Caring dove

    Lovely words πŸ™‚πŸ™‚



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