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..

Waiting games

This day that year, when memories come back, it’s like I could have done this differently, I would have had a better chance if I started earlier. Why did I not take that course. And why did I not prepare for the Campus placement. And if I did decide to do something, why not go all the way? To the bitter end, Like Charles Bukowski says.

Well, did I give up? No.

Then am I doing anything in the right direction? Presently, no.

So what’s the plan? Wait.

How long? Not very long.

Anything Specific? No.

So I don’t like what I do and don’t know what I am going to do about what I like? It’s not exactly like that.

Life is gray in color. A Bit dark shaded at that.