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Chronicles of the Unhappy

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This is not a poem about sadness, but about the curse of chasing happiness.

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The unhappy are forever to remain alone,

for that is the decreed nature of their fate

Happiness is an elusive dream they pursue,

and when they fail, it is themselves that they hate

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Each time they are happy, it’s an illusion,

which fades as quickly as it had appeared

Each time they are happy, there’s a rush,

that changes into agony, soon to be feared

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Fear them not, theirs is not a black curse,

for they are unhappy but may dispense joy

With hearts so bitter and eyes so radiant,

they are like the legendary horse of Troy

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But beware, never show them any kindness,

for they assume hope where there is none

Beware, your affection is like acidic venom,

for they assume love where there is none

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For their eternally stupid pursuit of happiness,

the unhappy are pitiable and are to be mocked

And for their constant vigil for non-existent hope,

their doors remain silent and are never knocked

The Clown who Fell in Love and lost his Laughter

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He made the world laugh—until love took his laughter away.

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Let me tell you all a short and sad story,

a story so hilarious, yet so painful and gory

Let me tell you about a simple and good clown,

who just performed, and wasn’t interested in glory

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He worked in a famous and grand circus,

so grand, it made all a little bit nervous

The circus encompassed all entertainment,

having just one rhyme, and one single purpose

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The famed circus was just focused on fun,

ignoring all sadness, it was so fixated on pun

It abhorred all darkness in favor of bright light,

it chose to ignore the night; it worshipped the sun

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The clown was so happy, but only on the outside,

his eyes told the cruel truth, while his smile only lied

Riding the high waves of senseless mirth and joy,

his sadness was a hidden and silently breathing tide

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Masking his sadness with a smile so open and bright,

was something he had learnt just like a true knight

Being unhappy inside, yet always beaming with joy,

was an art he had practiced hard, each day and each night

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His act drew huge crowds, and it made people laugh,

being fired from a cannon, his act was only a gaffe

He flew across the pavilion, landing safely on a net,

the kind cannon, thankfully, did not cut him in half

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One day, while the clown was performing his act,

he saw a lovely vision, no dream but a glaring fact

She was an acrobat who swam gracefully in the air,

her magical eyes avoiding his, making no contact

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The clown grabbed his chest, lowering his guard,

about to explode, his heart throbbing so very hard

Unbeknownst to his senses, he had fallen in love,

but it wasn’t beautiful, the reality was all scarred

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He watched the girl for long, savoring her image,

vision overwhelmed, his senses taxing his courage

What to do and how to do? He thought so hard,

his sanity in wild chaos, all thoughts in scrimmage

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So many days had passed, she occupied his mind,

so many nights had passed, his fate was all signed

His heart was wrecked forever; there wasn’t a way,

love is neither a salvation nor is it always kind

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Then one fateful day, the clown decided to act,

approaching the girl bravely, he forgot all tact

‘I love you’ - he just blurted out the three words,

like he was just finishing the draft of a pact

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She looked at him for long and then laughed out loud,

‘I waited for love so long and ignored the whole crowd’

She looked at him with distaste and said the cruel words,

‘look how God punishes me for being so damn proud’

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‘A clown, He sends me?’ She looked up at the sky,

‘A clown, He sends me!’ She then started to cry

‘Why am I so unfortunate?’ She questioned herself;

‘Why a clown was to love me?’ She regretted with a sigh

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‘I love you and want to make you happy,’ he said;

‘I love you and want to save you from pain and dread

Don’t doubt my words, my love, for they are all true

I will serve and love you till I stop living, and fall dead’

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‘You will never stay by my side; I banish you forever ‘

She said after a while, in a steady voice, no single tremor

‘I cannot bear your ugly presence, I do not want you here,

‘I can never love you back - you may cry, or you may act clever’

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The clown just bent his head; he could not see a way,

but something just broke inside him that fateful day

The clown lost all his laughter; he lost all his smiles,

his face was still painted, the reds hiding the grey

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He started dying inside on that day and thereafter,

being neither ever wanted nor much sought after

And on his gravestone it is written, as I have heard,

‘Here lies the clown who fell in love and lost his laughter’

When Love is the Last Illusion (Previously, the White Dove of Hope)

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Condemned by fate, and mocked by hope, until one dangerous word appears – love.

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Oh, you sad children of a time so evil and dark,

you are all the product of undesirable circumstances.

Your love always went stale before it could spark,

though you availed all the emerging chances

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You were the anomaly in the grand scheme;

you should have been smothered when born

Sadly, the plan remained only a dream;

though conceived by the Devil with open scorn

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You knew while you grew, you had no roots;

you were the useless moss clinging to a boulder

You had no character, no faith, and no attributes,

yet the burdens of life, you carried on your shoulder

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But you all survived, and yet you go on living;

for what purpose, may I ask in all sincerity

When both fate and life are so unforgiving,

your sustained survival becomes a vulgarity

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Desist! I suggest, or surrender, I would advise;

nothing will help you persist or even grow

Throw the cards down; please be a little wise,

just cease all efforts and go with the flow

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What did you just say? Do I hear the word ‘love’?

Yes, perhaps, love is the only solace you may ever find

It is your golden butterfly, a beautiful white dove,

in a world filled with hatred, this word sounds so kind

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Go on then, caress its warmth while you can,

till the white dove forsakes and abandons you

You will be all done with life; there is no other plan,

nothing else over the horizon for you to view