In the depth of my sadness
I wondered at how I could miss
Someone so ready to leave.
As the clouds lift,
I realize its not you,
Its me I miss.
The me I was
When you looked at me
With that silly smile.
– By Khushbo
Copyright @Lifealight, 2016
One night I met a the embodiment of love itself.
A simple man, regular, old and happy.
I wondered at his plainness.
So I asked, what was love after all?
“Innocence”, he said, “Innocence is my nourishment,
I reside in the eyes of every soul willing to hold me
Fearless of the anguish of my departure,
For to not hold me would be a greater torment.
Endless is the search for the seeker full of fear.
To embrace me is to embrace the pain of my demise.
The games you play lead you further away with every
Choice of deception you make.
I lie not in the songs of your lover,
But in the glisten of her eyes, in the crinkle of her smile.
In the unspoken givings of lovers,
When does the sun speak of love to the life it creates?
Join the dance between two opposites
Those of joys and losses;
Those of felicity and sadness.
Just as life embraces its imminent march to an end.
Timeless is love that worries not of its demise.
Light as the breeze, joy of every petal it touches.
Loudest as time slows for the twirling dervish,
Whirling to the tunes orchestrated by the cosmos.
Oh seeker, love is simple,
Love is every breath you take,
It sits between the lips of your smiles
the joy in your eyes.
Orchestrated by the universe
Carrying the weight of complications
The size of stars,
All but for one deep breath;
One simple smile.”
After so many days of running
I am at peace for a few quiet moments
I sit here not worrying about
What is yet to be done
What I can and cannot achieve
Yet it seems this peaceful minute
I seek is a waste.
Every minute a text
Every second a thought
On what I should be doing next
And all I want is this one moment
Of absolute and total stillness
A moment of peace
Sound the beats
Of strong connections
Deep felt emotions
Between loved ones
Painting a world
That would have been
Impossible to imagine
All begun with a
Yet these quiet
Interactions build waves
As high as towers
Drop by drop
Seeping through the
Deep into our hearts.
In this Illusion
Of a day gone by
I hide a chest full
Of pearls and ashes.
Pearls of wisdom,
Earned with toil;
Ashes of fears
Gathered with every tear.
Everyday I add to my treasure
Often adding to my ashes
Elating fears I forgot to
Faced with a decision,
I pry open this box full of the past.
Rummage through for answers
Only to wonder…
What if my ashes are my pearls
My pearls my ashes
And all that I fear
Is all that I should wish
This gift of yesterday
Is not but a distraction
From the new scents
Of another day.
I imagined every single day
@ Copyright 2015
I should be happy
I should be ecstatic
I am just not
I haven’t seen your face
Since I was once innocent
I hardly remember our last meeting
All I remember above all else
Is you just weren’t there
When I needed you most
So joyously as you announce
Your presence here just for me
All I can think is
I don’t need you anymore.
Your every word seems but a lie
I neither trust it nor do I want it
All I want is
No more words; lies from you.
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
Vexed I may be at the sight
Of fate’s sharp twists and turns,
Surprised am I at my laughter
Despite the ever changing
Yet here I stand
Again ready and willing
To fight another day
Per chance I may find
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…
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.
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