The long lost ....

Once upon a time, I met a sage with white brows and yellow eyes.

He came with no intent and told me nothings of my concerns

It was said, I once was lost and now I am found and lo! It happened again

It had been long since I had left those days, when things were unconditional

Since long I have been in this asylum, since long this had been my home

It’s in the way that we live makes me believe, that there are other things to die for

Constantly we work or way away from the way of life worth living,

And young sage told me this tale once again, brought me back to the feeling

That these says the media sells, the youth boasts it has in its peak

The parents say when they see their children walk off looking for adventure

The youthful eyed sage, played his tricks on me this time

Played with me, and turned me into a kid, brought me back some old memories

Would cushion sleep under my arms, sleep next to me when he felt alone

I never understood what it showed; I never understood what it told me until

The moment comes.

The knowledge of the true value of a person is known

Only in his void that it creates, and then at this moment when it comes

To know the true intensity of care you have, to hear a single sound from him

A single eye glances to know that it had been worth to be their presence

For the given time and circumstances, is to know that the best way to say

I would like to be with you forever, here and now, forever stuck here

Is to say I love you

And sometimes, in this time you witness a miracle of experiencing in a single second

The feeling of being a human, as an entity that brings in all the experiences

From birth till death, a feeling of being a father and a son, a youth and a rusted sun

All at the same time and space, where you are but bound to be lost, within and without

It said that there are moments which makes us believe, that this is worth living for

Unfair

Sometimes what you feel is something so intense

that writing it down is the only relief in this pain

And no sooner that this is done, I know the pain is gone

But then your life becomes a public show, a shows grand finale

And there is a cheer in the crowd who sees you like this

Naked, resting in your own thought, a thousand flowers

Fall from the sky of sympathetic eyes.

Sometimes I let go, I try to feel nothing that comes my way

Loneliness, the blandness, the insecurites take me off route

I leave for the day, take an off and there is nothing

That would interest me more than the past of happenings

My saddened heart, my dry eyes look for them but alas

Those days seem to have gone, I am sure....

I am in the same place and yet everything seems different

Its sometimes almost like as if life been unfair with my case

Even on giving me my share, it took my interest from it

Sometimes even in having I feel I have lost everything

Its this sense of unbelonging that brings me onto the same things

LIfe's been really been unfair, I have always lost

Lost even in my losing my friend, lost in even winning.