Wednesday, 31 October 2007

The Longing


It comes unbeckoned to none.

Begged for, waited for, tantalized,
And yet dalaying till ‘The Time’ comes.

Peace, tranquility- its synonyms,
Are further away.

I thirst to reach there.

In the rush and flow of life,
I have often missed its shores.

But once I do want to reach there.

I wish ‘The Time’ would come sooner.
The longing grows, and grows,
And grows, and grows, and…
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