My Dearest Life

Life is dear
In its sincerity
Cruel and painful,
Joyous and merry

The pain that sets in
Shines my joys ever
Brighter, making them
Seem like an incomparable
Treasure.

Vexed I may be at the sight
Of fate’s sharp twists and turns,
Surprised am I at my laughter
Despite the ever changing
Destiny

Yet here I stand
Again ready and willing
To fight another day
Per chance I may find
A smile..

For this single muscle flex
I risk it all, I risk my day
Try again per chance
That day may come
Where I can feel

My heart beat again…

– Khushbo
@Lifealight
Copyright 2014

The Missing Magic

You are the tears in my every happiness
The missing keys to an unknown peace.
That one smile I can’t seem to do without.

Faced with obstacles your memory lifts me
Keeps me strong, unwilling to fail.
It’s just the joys that I cannot face.

These merriments leave a bitter taste,
A reminder of the one I no longer have.
The absent magic in every joy.

On this day of supposed happiness
I imagine your pretty face, smiling.
In a memory I hid away, bottled,

Your missing magical embrace.

– Khushbo
©lifealight.com, 2014.