You come to me
where ever I am, near or far away
at your will
over which I have no say--

never had I compelled
love to suit my way
only that you would
your own heart obey.

Ah, my beloved,  I struggle
not knowing what to say
(words are feeble and they fumble
nay, they shiver and quiver...so little they convey).

You come to me
be it the depth of night or the break of day
at your will and this is all to me you say
'  Light of my heart, let me love you this way'.

You can no longer knock at the door
of your paradise lost
bliss you forfeited
now you are tossed

into the oblivion
of limbo
there's no light to lead you
and you don't know where to go.

Here is the abyss
of the darkest of the dark
worse than the ship-wrecked
not even the weakest spark

of hope will appear to console
none will hear your lament
banished from the golden land
in this wretched pit all your years will be spent.

Anger first cost me my friends
then my job
my long-suffering wife left me
it's too late now for me to sob.

I quarrelled with the bank manager
the bank cancelled my credit card and recalled my loan
I scored an 'A' for being Melbourne's MAM (Most Angry Man)
it's too late now for me to moan.

To depart
is to die a little
good-byes are tearful and break the heart
life is brittle.

'  I must return to the open sea
which is my home
I'm dying, dying every moment when I think of thee
and I wonder: ' shouldn't I cease to roam?'

Reason walks half the way
and complains: 'I'm weary'
it asks the heart-
I don't know why,  please tell me'

The heart is quick to reply:
'  You don't know
  why you are taking this journey
  as for me--my dream I faithfully follow'

Time doesn't exist
but for mankind's presence
it's amoral, heartless and nonchalant
though it doesn't utter a single sentence.

Wielding a whip over everyone's head
like a cattle-drover
none would it leave alone
it's a bully and a dictator.

The day is bleeding
men and women are in frenzy
work must be done--deals must go through-
everyone needs the money

too eager to push a competitor down
it's survival of the fittest
it's a jungle out there
pity the weakest.

Many would be the day's losers
hopes will be dashed,  tears will flow
hearts will be broken,  promises unfulfilled
that's the way the world does go.

This is the bleeding of day
and a heavy toll it has taken on so many
the evening and night offer little rest or comfort
while time is watching without the slightest sympathy.

..... but, in the dark,
light, however weak,  flickers somehow
(though we know not its source-
it matters not)
and robs the night
of its complete control-

we might fumble
but would not fall
and that's consolation enough.

If we have faith
in the light
it would brighter glow
as it is in direct conversation
with us---and does know
where our hearts yearn to go
while darkness lurks nearby
but is powerless in limbo.

Each heart is a candle
waiting to be kindled
even a droplet of light-dust
will set it aflame.

Even in the darkest night
there is a light, however weak
to guide and befriend you
are you that person who lives
in the light?