Not yet born, waiting, to come out
Not yet dead, waiting, to return.
Still a child, waiting for youth
In my youth, waiting for romance
A glimpse of heaven, as I wait for my love
A glimpse of hell, as I wait to be loved
Clumsily journeying, waiting for experience
Gaining experience, waiting for wisdom
Now an adult, waiting for life as I dreamed
Watching dreams fade, as I wait for the rain.
Too much rain, waiting, for the sun to come out
Oh! Summer scorches, waiting, for a breeze.
Eternally, at time’s Junction
Waiting, for the un-arrived Train.
P.S. This was inspired by Jackie's Blog- Wait for it. Thank you! Jackie. :)
9 comments:
Wow, I love it. Very thought provoking. It makes me think that enjoying the jouney is the way to go.
It has a certain sadness to it. Jackie might be your muse.
lol .. Me thinks we 'muse' each other ...(wink)
As for this wonderful piece.... You took the words I tried to say .. and found them between the cracks... and filled in the spaces I could only hint at. As usual, you can bring to light what so many of us cannot even name. Where is that book ?
Great write Rashmi and makes me think more at my age of living in the moment and making the best of it..always.
Welcome to my abode of words, Esoterika. Yes, enjoying the journey is the way to go. Jackie's writing did inspire these words. :)
Thank you Jackie... Lol @ "Where is that book?"-- its still in the breathing in the dream stage. ;)
Thank you Carol. It comes with practice, the living in the moment and making the best of it. At least thats what I hear.. I have a long way to go before that becomes a reality in my life.
fantastic!
That train will arrive, Rashmi...bet if you listen carefully, you will hear its whistle...but do not listen so intently that you miss the other wonders along the way ;).
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