The wait.

The wait...

I sit still at the window of my apartment, sending kisses out into the air

Like prayers without tears

Like a child with no fears

I carve out my essence and bring it on a plate to the world.

Hang on to the ledge like those creepers with the wildflowers with honey brimming for strange birds to consume

Drifting like the piece of log downstream

Marked by the arrows of time

Weathered with rhymes and climes

Crying out loud like a child – new born

Alive! The ones who know nothing but to

Jive!

And I have arrived at this road.

A road with thunderclouds above by day

Moonshine by night

Star struck lovers by dawn

And whispering lost travelers by dusk

And I must not move a single step anymore

For this hasn’t happened before

I haven’t such seen such passionate leaves that grow

With the thirst and mirth of a birth of a caterpillar on their shores

All the yearning and the burning at those loveless turns in life

Have risen up to engulf me and I gulp in the air

That brings me the sound and glories abound from the half of a soul I left behind for you.

To find

To remind

And rewind

And define

The reason for living and giving and believing

Again and again till repetition becomes my prayer

And rhymes my betrayer

And premonitions beware

Of a meeting by some lonesome sign board which says “nowhere”

To decode the sign of your entry into my mind

To sign back to ask if you found that bit of soul that is mine,

And I cannot determine whether it belonged to you or me

Whether it belonged to this century

Whether we have aged, died and defied

The limits of only one life to live

One heart to give

Pieces suddenly seem more beautiful a shape

And beliefs of a magical cape

Help us bring together our miraculous stories

Stories which fit in like puzzle pieces

And stories of similar looking nieces

Whose names we suddenly couldn’t remember

And time still burns like an ember

Reminds us of the sands blowing away all traces of our coming days

So I sit still by the window

Listening hard reading my fortune on playing cards

Which point to an arrival

Of you and me at this strange cross section of time

Where blowing kisses into the air would suffice to tell you.

Its me.

You are looking for me…