Without you

When i first got my phone (even though it's very old now), i'd spend the night with it. Almost losing sleep each night, trying to fathom its depths, asking the purpose of each button. Its a bit like that right now, new blog, the thrill and excitement (which will hopefully not die down like that of my phone, i'd throw it down the bottom of the loo, yet, unfazed, armed with the knowledge that i'd get a new one anyway, but only when i have a reason to).

Well, this introduction is to an overwhelming love story, sent to me by one of you. A piece he had written, which just makes me realize each moment that the writers out there with movie deals, recognized poets who make thousands of dollars from writing are not the real writers, the real writers are you and me, the ones that write when no one is looking, the ones that write because it gives them joy and peace, the ones that write because that's what we were born to do. Here is the poem, enjoy:

Ocean without water
Sky without cloud
my life without you.
In the gathering of friends
I may say- life goes on
even till the day goes down.
I am a man
I can't be broken
let me say this till the sun comes up

I may even send the birds
tell it on the mountain tops:
I am stronger than ever
Till all are deceived
even you
that I am stronger than ever
without you.............

But in the middle of the night
when I talk with my heart
when no friend could see or ask
with tears rolling down my cheeks
I would tell myself:
"Extra" in "Extraordinary" is gone
I am now ordinary
A common man
water has dried up
the ocean becomes bare
Smoke has covered the clouds
once beautiful-to-behold sky
has turned dark
How can life go on?

Sweetie
these thoughts I put on marbles
that I forget not
Don't tell it to my friends
lest they say I am not man enough
I will deny it before my parents
that I am broken inside
lest they think I am feeble.......

If this ever happens

Always know this:
the key to my world is lost
without you--
The key to my world