What's Missing?

The lights are dim

It's almost ten,

I might slumber

But don't know when.

The streets are slow

Half moon glows mellow,

It was a good day,

So what's missing then?

My life seems planned

(Not all they way, just a little bit though)

Making the best out of every 

Falling hourglass sand.

A little bit of this,

A whole lot of that,

Some of  the "blah-blah-blah"

To fill up the gaps,

But something's missing.

What is it honestly? What's missing then?

Is it a feeling, or a tangible thing?

A person, or a deep conversation?

Some fresh air or is it just ice cream?

A nightmare or a daydream?

What's missing?

Is it, all that I have abandoned?

The emotions and reasons I can't fathom?

The distress of making mere acquaintances?

Or the sudden "true calling" instances?

What's missing?

It is a damp ache,

A monochrome opaque-

To not know what's absent,

Nevertheless- know that

Something's missing.

What's missing?

Tell me- what is missing?

 

                                        ~ Kripa Sarkar

Is there Something?

 Is there something about aimlessly 

Staring at the ceiling,

Holding on helplessly to that empty feeling,

Basking uneasily at life's horizon

Where the sun is gradually appearing-

Which is making my heart throb?

There is so much I am incapable of...

A little bit into everything, yet knowing nothing at all

More like a jack of all trades, master of none.

I see a nightmare of stairs I'm meant to climb,

Leading me into a fall...

Is there something about fearlessly dreaming

Of becoming more- way more- than who I am today,

Folding hands humbly, surrendering to

the almighty up there-

Which halts my throbbing heart?

I'll walk the way, YOU pave my path...

Is there something in ceaselessly sharing 

the nectar that I receive from your love's spring,

Moulding myself watchfully as I alter 

Into something new every time 

I encounter your grace in little bits of life-

Which nourishes my heart?

There is so much more I am made for...

There is so much more you can turn me into...

~ Kripa Sarkar

LOVE ( Haiku)

 You amaze me, love

Falling into you is like

Conquering the world.

~ Kripa Sarkar

Note: Wrote my first Haiku after a friend explained what it was. Thank you April for introducing me to this new form of writing!  

A True Rephrase?

 What is it that keeps me going,

Breaks my lips into a smile every time

I look at a new face?

Is it true that I'm borrowing,

The very strength I am trying to find,

In the haze of this crowd to feel your grace?

How much further should I be flying,

To overcome the beds of clouds that lay,

Ahead and below, around and afar

Before I can ever discover your trace? 

Why'd I tangle in the delusion that I'm

the master of my own making,

For who am I compared to you-

The artist who paints the canvas only he can erase?

Is it true that you are heard

In the silence of a fallen night?

Is it true you, are seen in the moon's silvery glaze?

Is it true that your fire gleams 

On those you put your sight?

Is it true, all pain disappears from your wholesome embrace? 

Is it true, the song that every life sings,

Is but a proof of your existence's rephrase?

~ Kripa Sarkar