There’s always a space to be filled.

On the edge of water with waves hitting the shore,
the sound of nature and distant human voices,
the empty beach and the freely dangling arm.

At the mountain top with a thick sheet of clouds beneath,
the mist in the air and the vast ranges,
the chill that bites and the lonely moonshine.

In the city’s busy streets with a crowd of people around me,
the dust in the air and the honking horns,
the yelling hawkers and the alien crowd.

At a pub with the clinking soda bottles,
the smell of alcohol in the air and the shattering glasses,
the rumbling music and the drunken rants.

Atop the tallest building with my feet at the edge,
the city beneath me and the distant noises,
the flickering lights and the view from the top.

On my bed with my blanket wrapped around me,
the enclosing walls and the creaking door,
the dirty affair and the empty chair.

Some situations make you feel of the absence of someone who would have been the perfect companion to share those moments, someone who you think of in these moments, someone who would have completed the picture, someone who is valued, that someone, for whom there’s always a space, the space that is reserved for them to fill!

—

Asid

Happy Birthday

This becomes a pretty difficult situation for me, with a mix on various fronts, i don’t know what to call you here, i don’t know how to apologize, but i thought this might cheer you up, i hope it does. Happy Birthday, you  are very special, you are what no one else can ever be to me, Happy Birthday!

Drowned in the joy of liquid gold,
Filled with thoughts that drew me to you.
Its been a pleasure to be around,
Even though i know, that you’re a die hard fan of the blues!

Your amazing way of looking at things,
And all the ways you’ve helped me out.
Who could ever be a better listener,
A friend who never judged, not even a single thought of doubt.

Time was a factor that was easily beaten,
As the flames of night were continuously consumed.
The absence that was for so many years,
Was taken care of by words and verses, and that by stories renewed.

More words on this blog might give away,
What has been carefully kept private.
I know I’ve messed things pretty badly,
But, will you forgive me, though i know its pretty late ?

The amazing person that you’ve been, to listen and not judge, to know and not pass comments, to be there and not award retribution, for being what you are, i can’t expect to find someone who’s better than you, I suppose i won’t.

I’m terribly sorry for having not remembered, for having not known. But know this, that you are loved, and you shall be always, for you are special.

Happy Birthday once again.

With loads of love.

Asid.