Waiting... Awaiting

Waiting.
Awaiting...and
Progressively,
Time is stretching.

A minute feels
Like more than
Sixty seconds.
And
Sixty minutes,
I don't know
How many hours.

Boredom yawns
Over me. Turning,
Each moment into
An unbearable
Ghetto.

I see ages
Pass by me.
An era says Hi.
A millennia bids
Me a goodbye.

An epoch has
Fallen short for
The next tick of
My watch.

And God!
Time is slow,
When you,
Keep a track.

We'll Make It

I wish, I could
Walk down the
Aisle of your mind,
And hug the
Little bunny
You've Been hiding.

Just to reassure her,
That everything is alright
And say, 'we'll make it'
No matter what.

I wish it could have
Been easier. Like-

Buy her an ice cream.
Make her comfortable.
Then pat on her back
And make her sleep on
My shoulder.

Just to give her
Some warmth she needs.
To make it through
The cold and lonely.

Even if it is for only
One night.

Let There Be Rain

It's scorching.
I'm done with Sun.
I'm frozen.
There's emptiness around.

I but pray for some rain.
Crave for some love.

To find myself stroll
On a drenched road.
Maybe to laugh on myself
And kick a stone.

Let the moon sigh
And wink at me,
Let the safe crowd
Under roof smirk.

I don't care.

Just wish to walk
And walk and walk,
Kicking, singing, jumping,
Dancing and screaming-

'Let there be rain'.
'Let there be life'.

The Incomplete..

Somethings,
Remain incomplete.

Some don't
Have answers.
For some, answers
Can't be found.

Some are answered
By wrong person.
Some right-answers,
Come in a wrong time.

Some just remain
With a question mark.
Most of the time,
They're meant to be
Incomplete maybe.

And they're beautiful
Incomplete. The,
Stunning mysteries,
They behold us.

Debt

I'm an
Indebted poet.
And you're my
Greatest lender.

Right?

For the words I've
Borrowed and the
Metaphoric loans
You've availed-

The stories I make
And the poems I write.
Are just the
Interest payments.

Apathy

It's not sweet, salty.
Sour or bitter.
It isn't even tasteless.

Thing is,
It's simply not there.
A pure indifference.

Consuming the light,
Like the big-black-void
Of outer space-

Of all love and hate
In the world,
Apathy hurts the most.