It is a small word but a long one when you “Wait” it causes a stir at first, a longing, pleasure and then pain. Even flowers take time to bud and bloom beautifully, The seeds have to be buried deep, yes the whole grain. Morning mists appear translucent, shining and pure, the birds wait to talk to us, chirping and flying at dawn The horizon a red glow, an aura of The superior sanctity! All awaiting to rise afresh , carry tasks and with the day get on. The damsel waiting at the bus-stop for her bus or is it her beau eager anticipation, fluttering butterflies make her believe, today he shall arrive and their meet would be a beautiful moment . Hours have gone by and she has to give up, cry soft tears and leave. Time waits for no one, just try to wait and see! Overly joyous feeling turns to become a painful tryst with destiny. Repeatedly one hopes, bears the stares, the sullen heart so heavy tomorrow I shall return, for today it is again not meant to be! As sands get washed by the surfing sea, I cling on to the shadows yes, the wave brings a song to the heart, and leaves mercilessly. The sun goes down beyond the horizon, purple, red and orange hues fill the sky and slowly burden my mind with his sweet little lies. Tomorrow the Wait shall be over, a miracle I shall see ! My love shall soon appear… my silly heart always cries!
Rohaina Tanveer ( Aqueel) 17/05/2020