The Wait?

A number of us wait for things, could be for a person or to reach a goal. But it almost fascinates me that no matter how much we have or attain there is this existential void in our life, a void which is there due to being estranged from the divine.

Some will say waiting means one is not living 'today' the 'now'. But the above brings one to the conclusion that we can fulfill as much as we like to near our hearts content, but the void of reaching the divine can only be attained when the meeting has reached its maximum...

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Waiting
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart.....

I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps
from the road before my house.....

But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.

~Rabindranath Tagore

What Did You Find?

And long have you travelled beside me...through those treacherous winter evenings, when even the maple leafs withered and died...what did you find out about me?

What rages in the bossom of ones heart, cannot possibly be retrieved over a course of few days. What needs to be acknowledged is that to know a man one ought to travel with him for a period of time. Many number of us judge on the basis of few words or maybe even actions, how futile that is. Life is to be explored; what is dark is followed by a glow.

There can be no darkness without light and no light without the darkness...

There is something...

There is this void.
Its yearning is spent in solace
Its yearning is felt in melancholy.
Words are brought to the lips to explain,
but what is explained when the heart lives in rage?

There is this void.
Moments are spent in its coming
Days are dedicated in its worship.
The heart purified for its awaited visit,
but what will come to the one, whoes life is dedicated to this?

There is this void.
For what it is worth
Let the madness absorb one.
What absorbs is relief,
such is the path to content when all else fails, surely?