Waiting..

In every prayer,

I ask,

not for myself,

have never..

In every submission,

I wish,

not for myself,

have never… 

I search,

in anticipation,

each day,

hoping..

--

Tomorrow..

I ask

everyday,

in silence..

In silence

everyday,

to the tempest

within..

How's 

everything and,

Did we

make it..

In silence,

I tell myself..

yes, surely and

tomorrow.. 

--

Fractured Lines..

One day,

when this will be known,

They'll tell apart..

That words,

never expound,

That within heart.. 

That reticence,

sedated,

but didn't cure,

And we kneel.. 

--

As One..

Waiting

For this long day

to end..

They said

tomorrow,

it will be fine..

They know not,

there's,

no tomorrow..

There hasn't been

one,

in silence… 

I wish,

this silence 

speaks and

ends finally,

this wait;

--

Care..

Everything's fine,

This

nostrum..

Say,

Which pharmacy

will provide… 

--

The Long..

They ask

how I ended up like this..

I tell myself

it was my unheard sincere prayers.. 

my requests

And my oyster,

lost the only pearl..

--

Stage ..

When was it easy?

Never. 

What healed you?

The words in twelve,

The silence in forty three,

The laughter in sixty two,

The softness in forty three,

The asks in twenty eight…

This one is chronic. It will not heal.

I'll wait.

What's your remedy?

Short, but powerful..

--

Dark..

One day,

when this crosses by

we'll know

That what's a

root

without 

a shoot,

what's a 

branch

without leaves .. 

If there's

food

without 

water… 

One day,

when this crosses by

we'll know

how much

that word means,

wiping that salt,

needs a known square.. 

I wait for mine… 

the guiding light

--

Of Truth, Thoroughly..

There was,

who said one day,

I'll guide,

through thin..

With a

liver, 

something like Eighty Eight;

Then a curse,

which was,

so honest..

who wouldn't want

to have… 

Then a prayer

for it to be true,

And the pro,

And the statitis..

And no geny..

God listens..

Maybe, in honesty..

--

Roots, Fruits And Leaves..

And then again, we're in strange worlds,

Gathering the pieces of a lively past,

Strange as it may seem, the known ones,

And a realization that nothing will last

They say it is temporary, pain and joy.

I ask what then is permanent and true. 

They walk away, smiling and humming..

While I stand there looking for some clue..

In the end it doesn't matter after all,

Joy and pain, and the association

They're emotions, have depth in difference

So, when they say, it's temporary, they lie..

Fate of fruits if you see could be unjust,

Of the leaves, they spring, grow, give,

And fall together, on the same ground..

Sometimes, a small distance apart.. 

Archives of (October 19, 2019)

--

Wording, Rewording..

Everything is fixed,

Except actions,

And Reactions…

We react,

On the act,

Give In,

To pestering..

Sometimes 

we lose ourselves,

Sometimes,

even more… 

Nobody can know

the depth,

the emotion,

except oneself;

Nobody else..

--

In Fasting..

Day-1 of a fasting,

5 prayers in a day..

Each prayer,

One thought… 

Safety,

Happiness,

Smiles that matter… 

Even if,

In silence… 

--

That Sinking..

Some days,

It feels real..

That something,

is not in it's place..

You look around,

Hopelessly..

Praying,

that

It's safe..

--

The Wish..

He awaits,

For salvation..

Imagining,

Like a schizophrenic,

In reality,

awaiting clemency..

For a villainy

Never done,

For a prayer,

put together..

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