“Redefining my Happiness” – Nayana Nair

so as the last effort to rescue me
they came in,
dressed in the ultimate cool lifestyle.

they handed me all the tools that i might need
to break away from the ‘sad’ in me.
they filled me up with clocks that told the wrong time,
told me that i would get used to the thrill of it.

told me to scrape down
whatever stands in my way to happiness.
told me my happiness should now be
keeping an eye on the better guy, the better job,
better photos on social media to highlight the same,
weekends in lightless room with strangers.

when i became nauseous from too much change,
when i ran into the fire
to save the idea i had of myself,
they held me back,
told me i would develop a taste for such things
i just needed some help, some influence,
some liquid courage, some castles of smoke,
guts to throw away everything that doesn’t serve a purpose.
they told me to talk like the ones who hurt me
and to call it empowerment.


  1. Muntazir says:

    Very powerful write. You have described one of the current problems so well. Indeed, people are getting inclined or forcing themselves to incline towards such fragile means of pleasure

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Everyone is forcing each other to be like themselves these days. And just to find a companionship or a sense of belonging to a group, we end up changing ourselves, which I do not exactly support. I am not entirely against ‘fragile means of pleasure’ if one by nature is drawn such things, but I do not like people forcing such things on each other. Peer-pressure I guess.
      Really glad that you liked reading my poem πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much:)

      1. Muntazir says:

        True. You have said it aptly. As for ‘fragile means of pleasure’, absolutely if one is drawn towards such things, if is her/his choice. But still I feel one should try to find peace and happiness in things which are morally upright.

  2. ESP says:

    lot of angst packed in this, even the rebels toe the line in the name of power

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I agree, sometimes it goes a bit too far. In some cases, it not exactly in line with the ideals that they start with.

      1. ESP says:

        sometimes? πŸ™‚

      2. Nayana Nair says:

        Since I don’t keep myself up to date with most of the stuff, and since I have a narrow range of observation and thinking- so I cannot say for sure what I say applies to everyone. πŸ™‚

      3. ESP says:

        That’s very mature and humble of you.

  3. Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

    This is strong and I believe this comes from the heart. Happiness is subjective yet we always let it be defined from the society..

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I agree. Happiness is not some standard template that fits all. We all are different, and we are bound to attach different meaning and reason to this happiness. This a difference that we must learn to accept, instead of thinking that our definition is superior to others, and trying to force it on others.

      Really glad that you liked my poem πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot dear πŸ™‚

      1. Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

        Exactly Nayana. Happiness is different for different people. Some fine happiness in money and fame, while some just want to follow their passion while they are ready to risk it all.
        It’s my pleasure!❀️

  4. blindzanygirl says:

    How very insightful Nayana. Those last two lines say it all. Another brilliant poem

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot dear πŸ™‚
      Glad you liked it πŸ™‚ Means a lot πŸ™‚

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Thank you πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

  5. Extremely powerful, sometimes it feels like we have to give something of ourselves up in order to fit in with materialistic ideals.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      I agree with you on that. The shallow things we get in exchange of parts of ourselves that we give away, is not enough to fill the emptiness created in us. All such materialistic things have a very short lifetime, only a fraction such pleasures last.
      There is one quote “You can get back what you lost, but you can never get back what you have thrown away.”
      Sort of applies here as well I guess.
      Really glad that you liked my poem dear πŸ™‚
      Thanks a lot πŸ™‚

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