Missing

All around me i see
Ugly, hungry faces,
Course landscapes
Jarring views

I can't find my rose-tinted glasses
Which made everything look beautiful.

I hear, all the time,
Sad, melancholic voices
Mingled with cacophonous noises.

Where is that musical flute,
Which played happy tunes in my ear?

I can't find the meaning,
Of my life and my work.
I do not understand,
The twisted words spoken around me.
I cannot define myself anymore.
I lost my dictionary,
That beautiful dictionary with gold trimmings.

I find a frown,
Creeping between my eyebrows.
And a few angry words,
Settling on my tongue.
I wonder who invited them.
And my soft smile is missing.

I really must find them
I miss my happiness,
I miss my crazy optimism,
I miss myself,
I hope I find Anindita soon.

Highway

Hurtling down the dark highway,
The sky above dark and menacing.
I sat with my fellow passengers,
Cocooned in my little shell.
To each one of us,
The journey meant different things,
Each with a different destination,
Each with a unique purpose.

I looked outside,
The wind slapping across my face.
Saw silhouettes of
Rocks and hills and tress
Neon lights appearing like one continuous streak.

I passed villages, huts, people,
Farms, road side stalls,
All at top speed
My destination changing every minute.

I suddenly felt alone, uncertain
Questioned the purpose of this trip.
Felt absolutely vulnerable and unsteady.
A head full of doubts.
At this point, I felt your arm around me.
Loving me, encouraging me, understanding me.
Standing by me, come what may.
Never wincing from the pain I caused to you.
I felt utterly blessed.

I do not know where I am going,
Who I am, what I am doing
Do not know the burdens I am destined to carry
Or the people I have to leave behind.
I am just thankful for today.
That I met you, was loved by you....