What if this is all there is?

What if this,
is all there is?
What if this..
is as good as it gets?
What if this is
as far, you were
meant to be;
And everything
that you ever
dreamed about
for the future,
were memories;
Being carried on
from a past life.
A past where,
you had it all.
A life where,
you made it all.
And yet you still,
wiped that slate..
clean;
Just for this!
Maybe you had
everything.
Everything,
but happiness.
Everything,
but satisfaction.
Just an empty,
dark void..
That you could
never manage to fill.
Maybe the purpose
of all your sorrows,
all your struggles,
all your happiness,
and all your
experiences;
Was to bring you..
Here.
Here,
in this present;
That you
so carelessly
discount for
being a lot less,
than it is.
This present,
that you never
fully learned to
appreciate; Because
you were always
too fixated about
filling that void.
The void that
cannot be fulfilled.
The void that robs you
of the present,
that is the present;
While keeping you chasing.
While keeping you running
after uncertain tomorrows,
as all your todays
Have come and gone.
Each one of them
having failed,
to satisfy you.
Wouldn’t you regret
not enjoying this,
a lot more?
Wouldn’t you regret
not living; while
you could have..
If you realise,
At the end
Of it all..
This,
was the best
you could have ever had?

© Jay Kaushal

Photo by Jay Kaushal

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Photo-poem ‘My Dreams’

Photo & Poem by Jay Kaushal.

This is the last couplet from my sonnet ‘My Dreams

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The rain is my friend

…And the rain
Knocks on my window
Like friends pulling you
Out of your bed
On a Friday night
When you’re in bed early..
You’ve lost your job
Are too depressed
And broke
To want to drink
Or smile
Or even be able
to afford either
Even if you wanted to…

© Jay Kaushal

Image credits: http://www.pexels.com

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Stop begging them to stay!

When someone wants
To walk away,
Just let them.

When someone wants
To leave, knowing
How much you
Really need them;
Just let them.

The problem is
You can’t see,
That the one
Walking away, is;
So you have
One less distraction
To deal with.

One less detractor
To criticise, your
Beliefs and ideas.

One less skeptic
To doubt, your
Abilities and vision.

One less weakness,
Concealed as silent
Half-assed support.

The problem is,
You’re just too
fucking busy begging
them to stay.

When you should
Hold the door
Open, and close
It behind them!

© Jay Kaushal

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Eyes shut open

You keep looking but you can’t see. Because you look everywhere but within…

We don’t see ourselves,
Through the eyes of those
Who love us;
Or hate us.
We see ourselves,
Neither from the eyes
Of the present;
Nor from the eyes
Of the past.

We see ourselves,
With certainty;
Through the uncertain eyes,
Of an uncertain future.

We don’t see ourselves,
No; not at all.

© Jay Kaushal

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NowHere

What do you do;

When you are lonely,

But not alone?

Who do you turn;

To share those moments,

You can’t express?

Do you wear,

A smile on your face, or frown?

A feeling of melancholy, or bliss?

Or do you yearn for a hug?

Or a smile or a careless kiss?

For years and years, I’ve been lonely;

But never have I ever been alone.

I’ve tried hiding my thoughts and

I’ve tried, letting them be known.

I sit and ponder in those times,

I have none but me for company;

Does life pass me by?

Or does it simply fail;

to keep up with me?

© Jay Kaushal

This poem is actually one of my oldest poems. I wrote this one way back in 2014, sitting in the office around mid day back in my first job. Lol how time passes…