Dewdrops

Dewdrops on a tree leaf,

Trickling down it's end.

Falling on the wet grass.

Around the bend,

The road which goes

To your home

Smells of wet mud...

While the waters roam,

Wading through which

I reach your door,

The sweet wooden fragrance...

And the lightening roars,

But with no rain.

Everything is still. 

Just like the cricket...singing

On the window sill

Which is shut tight

And I see you

Moving about

Without a clue

That it's me

And...

Then I see - your slight smile,

And no one wants to

Rest awhile...

The coat drops

The carpet's the earth,

And there's only pleasure - 

With pain, with mirth,

With lots of hope

But no expectations

And the rain bangs hard,

With the man on the station

Blowing the loud whistle

Declaring the wanted end...

While the wind blows soft,

It's love message it sends

To the fire in the fireplace

Still shining bright

With the dewdrops on the forehead

And eyes full of light...

The rain stops again

The carpet's a mess

As the dewdrops just gave the leaf

A beautiful caress...

Wait.

Every week, we wait for a Friday.
Every summer, we wait for the rains.
Every day, we wait for happiness.

Every moment, all of us are
Searching. 

Waiting.
Hoping. Giving up.
Waiting.
Finding. Losing.
Waiting.

We wait to grow up. Then we wait to settle down.
We wait for something new and edgy. Then we wait for it to become old and comforting.

We wait for love and when it meets us, we are looking elsewhere. 
We wait for opportunities, and when they knock, we are answering another door.

We wait in contradiction. We wait in blindness. 
We wait for one thing and then want another.
Or when we find what we were waiting for, we get busy searching for something else. 

We say we all move on in life, but actually all of us are waiting somewhere. 
Life isn't all about walking on but staying still. 
Lingering.
Dawdling.
And waiting for something...after which, we will wait for something else.