Ebbs and currents flow underneath the horizon
and take me along,
Ebbs and currents, hot and cold
and with the drift I flow
I’d heard that only dead fish swim with the
flow
and I struggled to find my own path
till I realized that not only dead fish
swim with the flow
but once a while, even great big whales do
There is no glory in being the forever
rebel
no greatness in motivation that burns the
soul
for each dead body marking the paths to
great peaks
was once a greatly motivated soul
Yet, the currents suffocate, and I cannot
breathe
not that I can help it, for I am unable to
swim away
but the heart craves for someone to share
these breaths with
to share the weight that I feel in my heart
And there was no great storm in the sky
and no godly voice that prevailed
simply a scarred hand reached in
and said, ‘hey, how’s the water?’
I found a face, both beautiful and bright
it said it had battles of its own, and would
understand mine
It would not fight beside me, my wars would
stay my own
It’d simply provide a place to come back
to, somewhere to call “home”
She
said, ‘where’d you wanna go? how much you wanna risk?
I’m
not looking for somebody with some superhero gifts
Some
superhero, some fairytale bliss
Just
something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss.’
I
said, ‘I want something just like this’
And
the music flowed on its own
‘I
want something just like this’
And
the lights begun to glow
Like watching a metropolis from above, of
golden snakes and silver clouds
from the darkness of my window, all outside
seems so bright
but the captain soon turns on the light,
and the lights outside grow dim
for once you find the light within, you
don’t need the ones outside
She faces death each day, and knows both
reality and brutality
Her heart holds all the aches she hears,
and she looks for home to let them out
She knows life isn’t a chick flicks and
charming men sweeping her off her feet
and she knows she cannot elope, beyond what
she already has
All she wants is a hug amidst snow, and
someone to accompany her to the mountains
all she wants is to travel to fulfill her
heart’s desire
all she wants is to love, and be loved
all she wants is to be stimulated, not only
with her body but to the core of her soul
She drapes herself plainly, and expresses
her colorful soul
she charms with her elegance, and holds
grace in her words
She tries to stay grounded, despite all her
endeavors flying
she expects more from life, and isn’t
afraid to throw a tantrum dissatisfied
She may not be a keeper,
not that it matters to either
sometimes you want someone to test the
current
before you take them to the other side
She’s not faithfully mine, but I’m afraid
of losing her again
She has made no commitments, but I already
feel her completely mine
I have not touched her lips, but my words
have touched her eyes
I may not have held her scent, but I’ve
felt her heart beat wild
Her madness, her wildness, her passion, her
vigor
leaves me short of words
this crucial point comes in every story
when the next step defines the future
and I’m thankful to her, that she took my
hand, and made the leap
They say there’re two kinds of women in the
world
one that wants to make you a better man
another that makes you want to be a better
man
Once I was flowing with ebbs and currents
underneath the horizon
and then the Gods decided that I’d had
enough
a scarred hand simply reached in,
and said, ‘hey! how’s the water?’
Vishal Gupta
