The Wait

Waiting for you

On this open terrace

Looking at the stars and thinking of you

Listening to your voice

And your noise and thinking of you

Lights around me glittering like stars

Too many stars staring at me, wondering what I am waiting for

I am looking down on one such light and thinking of you

I am hungry and sleepy

I am everything you blame me to be

Yet I am there on that cement terrace and thinking of you

It’s too dirty to sit and my legs are too tired to stand.

But your voice is too sweet to miss

And you, too stubborn to give in

I am thinking of words to curse you and thinking of you.

The stars are tired of me staring

Waiting for me is the world to delight in

And I don’t boost of a strong resolve either

Yet I am still listening to your voice and your noise

And waiting for you..