I searched everywhere for love.
I knocked on every door
and turned over every stone.
But it was only until I returned home
that I found love
waiting for me.

One is in ‘Waiting’
Even after it’s over
Grief comes to stay
Never up for closure

There is no escape ever
One is always yearning
Grief envelops those
Left behind in ‘waiting’

‘Staying stuck’ in pain
Hiding deep in the heart
‘Let go’ ! Yes, but how
To make a new start

One has to live in the
Dark blind ‘Black-hole’
Until Light would grace
Rekindling a ‘Whole’
(Page 49)

All this waiting.
Waiting for the rain to
stop. Waiting in traffic.
Waiting for the bill.
Waiting at the airport
for an old friend.
Waiting to depart.
Then,
there’s the big waiting:
waiting to grow up. Waiting
for love. Waiting to show your
your parents that when you
have kids you’ll be different.
Waiting to retire. Waiting for
death.
Why do we think waiting
is the antithesis of life
when it is almost
all of it?

When your life feels like you’re on a sailboat, with no wind to fill your sails, there are still choices. You can drop anchor and enjoy your surroundings. Start your motor, if you have one. Grab an oar and start paddling, or wait for the wind to fill your sails once again. There are always other choices while crossing the ocean of life…

It’s is good you are about something. But wait and ask, “why and how?

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