all these years...

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