The New Year Paradox Poem by Abhay Advait

Each time a New Year arrives
Midnight to morn everyone delights
To greet the Other with a Happy New Year
But in some corner of my Existence
A question always arise
Can this year I gather the courage
Not to greet others but to live for myself
This Year as my Happiest Year.

That corner Existence of mine collect the strength
To communicate with the rest of my Being
Which is busy in greeting the others except the self
Why not to celebrate this year as the Happiest
With no desires, dreams, resolutions, ambitions to attain
We will keep the self content just for what we are
Like rivers, mountains, trees and sky, seeking no identity
We will not compromise ‘the happiest’, for this Year.

The remainder of my Existence was shocked with the New Year advice
It shouted on the tiny, how dare we could be to seek the Happiest
When we greet to others with Happy New Year
We exist on some hopes, for not to risk the Happy for the Happiest
The tiny existence of mine sighed sadly on the Rest
When to be happiest is just to exist within oneself, with no chase
It wished some Year of our existence will be the Happiest without the hope
When any strivings to be Happy will be erased by just existing in the Happiest.