Without You

 A world without you

Is like the sky without the stars,

Ugly and dark all day round;

'Tis like a lifeless body full of scars,

From a broken heart left aground.

For you are the spark that keeps the light,

For my heart's sole delight;

I need you here by my side,

For eternity's calm and tide.

A world without you

Is like a river without water;

Purposeless for the river,

And for who more else it does matter!

You are the source of my green and lush,

That no dry river can give;

I cannot be without you,

If happy and full I need to live.

Alas! But happy and full why should I be?

If you have your own happy and full;

You live you, and I live me,

That is the way of this life, dreamful, cruel.

Wherever I Go

 Wherever I go in the world,

And you are not by my side,

I feel heavy in my heart,

And conflicted in my mind;

Because I want to fly across lands,

And sail the oceans by,

With you by my side,

Till the end of time is nigh.

I want to run and hike,

And swim in fate’s tide,

And the ups and downs of life,

With you by my side.

I want to live life like a marathon,

Happy and long as it were,

With you by my side,

And the highs and lows to share.

I want to dance under the stars,

And even plan a trip to Mars!

With you by my side,

On a happy one-way ride!

Happiness is Not a Right

 I was so happy and it seemed so real

And I took for granted how I did feel

Until came the circumstances changing

And the ebbs of life came in barging!

How soon I realise:  happiness is not a right

That one can claim or pillage

It is rather - to the many -

An unexpected state of privilege.

My expectations were too high,

And I was too happy for a blink;

Now I am broken down to the core,

As the new realities begin to sink.

That happiness was not mine,

To start with, to claim:

It was gifted and external;

Beyond the confines of my realm.

Where Am I Now?

 Is it a bad place to be

In the outer arm of the Galaxy,

Orbiting an average star -

Sitting on a little rock ,

Not too close, not too far -

Endowed with a brief marathon of life,

In a peculiar slice of spacetime,

That never was, that never will be,

But is now at its prime;

At the crossroads of my own

Past choices and future possibilities,

With the people I love and know,

And life’s messy realities?

No, I think it is good, even so great,

That a confluence of  circumstances

Led to my being in such a state;

So circumstantial from the start,

That I never cease to appreciate;

So improbable my existence,

That I marvel at such a fact!

The Epitome of Life?

 The universe prefers drifting

Towards chaos in perpetuity;

And life is but a hollow rebellion

Against such an opportunity.

It is a messy stew of perseverance,

With flavours of change and improbability.

It is the staving off of entropy,

In an always-changing shape;

Self-sustaining complexity,

In a conscious, orderly step.

Some say the epitome of life lies in love,

Others in the dance betwixt suffering and joy;

But is the impermanence of either what gives meaning,

Or could this be death’s narcissistic ploy?

Could the epitome of life be consciousness -

Our ability to reflect on existence - 

Or could it be its refusal to be confined,

And to be summed up and defined?

Be it consciousness, or drift, or love,

What good is it for me to know,

If the epitome I declare today

Is, per sure chance, outdated tomorrow?

I think the epitome of life is the love,

To consciously drift towards chaos;

Even when confronted with impermanence,

And the inevitability of loss.

Blink

The name, the  shame

The things we do for fame 

The hunger, the fear

The things we do for cheer

The grudge, the hate 

Jealousy and fate:

The lies we tell and 

The facts we distort:

What for, what worth

For a life so short?

For all these things 

And  of those one can think

They come and go,

All in a blink.

 

If that day ever comes

 Some days come and go like any other,

With li’l to none to remember.

Some come laden with emotions,

With a flickering heart's glowing ember;

Some come with hate, some with sorrow,

In anticipation of a dull tomorrow.

Some days are the best, with no worries,

But endowed with dreams and memories;

Colourful dreams that never fade,

And happy memories, hard to evade.

Some days come with wonder,

In anticipation of that thunder;

That which makes the heart throb,

With love's might none can rob.

If that day ever comes in the thick of time,

And you have to declare a thing or two;

I will whisper to your eyes and ears,

How much I love you too.