all these years
i told myself i was happy.
i thought i was a good man.
while life always went by
in the blink of an eye.
all these years
i felt i had a good life.
i went around the world.
always on the move
chasing new dreams and making new friends.
and all the while, i was missing
a piece of me that grew a little each day.
and all the while, time just passed by.
but how could i have known?
all these years
i enjoyed the good things
i revelled in pompous comforts
with an attitude that some considered obnoxious
while others thought was unburdened luxury.
all these years
i thought i was free spirited.
i flew over the rooftops and green fields.
fuelled by the drug of freedom
nothing could hurt me at all.
and all the while, i was missing
a piece of me that grew a little each day.
and all the while, time just passed by.
but how could i have known?
all these years
i hear magical music.
voices comfort me with soft whispers
while i asleep,
the serene slumber of happiness.
all these years
i see lucid visions
that take me to enchanted lands
and still i sleep
afloat in a sea of tranquility.
and all the while, i was missing
a piece of me that grew a little each day.
and all the while, time just passed by.
but how could i have known?
(…to be continued…)
- satyajit venkatraman
January 2012
