Wait

Why am I waiting,

What am I waiting for,

Who am I waiting for,

All these years, through summers,winters and the rains, I'm still waiting.

Am I waiting to complete my incompleteness,

Am I waiting to lighten the darkness,

Am I waiting to fill in the space where there is vacuum.

After all these questions..one thing remains a mystery.

What if my wait doesn't fulfill my expectations..

But then, hope is all that I have, one of my prized possessions.

I believe that waiting for anything makes you realize the importance of your wait.

Language of EYES

They say what cant be said by words, can be expressed through eyes.

whats the language of eyes..

There are all kinds of eyes..

There are eyes full of hope,

Some full of questions wanting to pierce through you.

There are shy eyes, some mischievous.

There are smiling eyes or some even full of disappointments.

The same set of eyes can speak so much.

When they look down, you know they are guilty,

When they are full of tears but refuse to let them free, you know they are hiding something sad.

When they look through the corners, you know they are interested in you.

and..when they look directly into yours you know they love you.

To feel all this, you need to open your eyes and observe and not just see....

QUESTIONS

I often ask myself these questions,

Who am I? What is my purpose?

But every time all I get is ...one more question.

Confusion and chaos.....

Some questions are not meant to be answered I guess!

But I still do not give up.

I m stubborn want my answers,

I ask who can answer me...

I hear a little voice inside me saying “Only God”

My next question...Where do I find god,

Do I chant, or do I meditate

The voice inside me is no longer little,

It has raised...”God’s inside you, and nowhere else”