People used to ask me,
what it felt like,
to be happy.
And every time,
I was afraid to answer,
never having felt it myself.
But last night, when
I asked myself,
the same question,
I came to understand,
that happiness, after all,
is not an emotion, not really.
It’s a feeling.
Of joy, and gladness,
Of pleasure and bliss.
In all the places you visit,
and all of the people that you love,
it’s there.
Happiness, is right next to you.
Always.
I’ve been meaning to get lost,
for quite some time now,
closing my eyes, thinking of absolutely nothing,
Disorienting thoughts, beliefs.
Taking long walks, alone in the night,
stirring emotions, memories.
But in the midst of all this frenzy,
what I forgot was,
how, when I met you,
my heart stopped for an instant, and
my soul came out in the open.
how, when we looked
into each other’s eyes, and said absolutely
nothing, you smiled at me,
and boy did I smile back.
And in the midst of all this frenzy,
What I forgot was,
That I’d been lost for quite some time now.
Do you remember, how we met?
Far away, in the hub of nature,
Secluded from the ordinary, unafraid.
How we sat beside each other,
Breathing softly, avoiding eye contact,
And how, you introduced yourself,
quite elated, and I, for the fool I was,
nodded to your every gesture.
Do you remember, what we talked about?
You told me you wanted to paint,
And how much you loved dancing,
And how, when I said you looked beautiful,
You laughed, so magically,
That I lost myself for a while, I swear.
Do you remember, what you promised?
Time was on hold that day,
You were just about to leave,
That is when you read my mind,
and said “Let’s meet again.”
Little did you imagine the consequences.
It’s been years now, and I’m here, still,
Waiting for you, hoping,
For another conversation.
Do you remember, at all?
Cause I do, darling.
I remember.
The birds, the trees, the sea;
It was our strangeland, And we were its strangers.
Heartbreaks do not define you, darling. Sustenance does. People come, and people leave. That is a part of life. Sometimes, if you’re fortunate enough, you might be left with something to carry on living. But the times when you are not, when they’ve taken everything along, and you only have your poor afraid soul to live along with, then I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do. But never, at any point in your life, should you consider yourself responsible. No. You were not the one to give up and leave. No. You were not the one to come to conclusions without any coherent reason. Life is full of good and bad people, and I’m sorry that you’ve had to face the bad ones, every fucking time.
But It does get better, you know. Believe you me. This is the magic of time.
I know a broken heart when I see one. And I know that it’s hard to fix a heart that’s been moulded into bits. But do not ever let someone tell you that it can’t be healed. It can be, I swear. And if you give me time, I’ll heal it for you.
Woven with facts of measure, unearthed,
Crafted into a form, albeit imperfect,
I’ve grown into someone, unafraid,
Not knowing tomorrow, not wanting to.
I am bemused, unusual, chaotic,
Never happy, and seldom convinced.
My mind is a dark place,
Containing bleak, cruel beliefs,
Of the superficial society,
filled with wrecked bodies and shallow souls.
But when I do think, of the happier times,
I break just a little, every time,
Hoping for nothing but a miracle,
To sustain all that I had.
And now, crawling through life,
I’ve come to known, to live,
Through hardships and downfalls,
And, to suck the marrow out of life.
Yes, I might be flawed, and a little broken too,
But, at least I’m not you.
Isn’t it beautiful, the love that surrounds us?
Artistic in its measures, yet so shallow;
Through solitary moments, and traverse arguments,
We build ourselves up, pretending,
Teaching ourselves to be happy, regardless the circumstances;
Yet, here we are, bemused, chaotic,
So messed up inside our heads, failing to recognize our own selves,
Filling ourselves up with bleak, adverse thoughts,
striving to find reasons of joy.
What have we become, though, blaming society for our measures,
When it’s nobody’s fault but our own;
Because, little do we realize, the power of a decision;
And in the end, the only way out of the labyrinth,
Is not an alleged belief of never being able to escape,
But, our choices.
Traverse emotions dwell steadily upon, as it is,
Unsettling the already woven beliefs, kindly, per se,
But, as substantial as they be, menacing,
They could never dismantle my dreams from me,
For I have come to live a life that is entirely my own,
Where happiness finds a soul,
And death, when it comes, shall be greeted,
And I’ll be long gone, but not without saying,
That I lived; Happy, free and poetic.
Some days, when insanity finds its way through,
I wonder, if you would ever feel pain the way I have,
Going through nights you thought you never would,
Doubting to believe your own self, helpless;
If ever have you drowned in your own thoughts,
Never wanting to escape, but succumbed unwillingly,
Or, if ever have you been afraid to close your eyes,
Sensing you’d never wake up again, not that you wanted to.
But then I wish, that you never feel pain the way I have,
Cause even if scars replace the wounds,
They can chisel through you, and leave you hurting,
And boy, does it hurt.
Let’s settle for the assumptions that barely flaunt the mesmerising talents. Wasn’t it obvious? You procuring the ever so beautiful swiftness, and me balancing the lousy dizziness. It was from the moment I lingered my eyes on you, that I realised, you were the one. You had to be. Since then, I have always been in a state of trance. A little too preoccupied, and almost always lost.
I can see you easing through pain, as you walk,
Still burdened, but less caressed now, with the drama, the stress.
Thoughts of insanity remain but, unaffected it seems,
and you, as you are, hurting through every able prospect,
feel betrayed, more by life, than other customary concerns.
With people opting other people over you,
And friends confessing in other friends things you never wanted them to,
With prohibitions sustaining you from all the joyous prospects,
and circumstances limiting you with all of that’s left.
But don’t you forget what lies beyond, darling,
For beyond, lies a whole different world,
Imbued with beauty, seldom seen by anyone,
Where pain is a distant memory and hurt has no meaning,
Where trust is unscathed and forever is not a lie.
Come on now, let me take you,
Let me take you beyond life.
The Guitarist 