Dying of the Light

Isn't it so beautiful?

Isn't it so beautiful

How even on the rainiest most coldest bitterest of days

The sun still shines 

Even just for a millisecond

As if to say –

It will be okay

Some day,

This too will be

Just a memory.

Isn't it kind of wonderful

How being away from everyone

All the noise

The traffic

And the race

Has made me feel less lonely 

Than I had felt for months

Isn't it strange how we chase things we can't have,

Without realising

That all that we ever need

To be happy

Is right here

Inside of us

We keep looking forward

Reaching out for the light in front

But –

I've come to realise

That maybe there is no 'light at the end of the tunnel'

Maybe there will never be a "someday"

Maybe this is all we have.

And the strangest thing is,

Being okay with the 'now'

Has set me free

From the pressures of 'tomorrow'

Tomorrow is a foggy land 

Always eluding us –

Seeming so close

But always out of our grasp

But today is here

It is hard

And it is painful and it gets you down

Yet –

It is here and it is raw and it is real.

The only real thing we have.

And today, you are also here

To look at that sky one more time

To talk to those trees

And sing with the birds

And to be with the people you love most

You are here

Against all odds

And that is the miracle.

The miracle was never in the unreachable.

It is here –

Inside the part of us

That keeps on believing.

The golden part of us

That wakes up every day

Trying to make sense of it all

Trying to make it through

Despite the pain in our hearts,

Yet it still tries,

To see the wonder

And,

To close our fingers around the magic

That is 'today'.