The Waiting - January 17, 2006
I’ve been standing tall and strong
All around this corner
With haunting memories
Just to watch you pass by.
My bones have been rust
Due to the cold striking wind
But the worth of your waiting
Has made my heart go alive.
Where had you been all this time
Just leaving the memories behind
For me to survive far yield your arms.
The waiting has been long
So long for me to recognize my breath
I’m still broken
But the waiting has held me up.
This poem had come to my mind long back. Actually i write poems but never save them. I had written this in back of my passport photocopy and yesterday i found it. Actually i that the waiting was over now but it so happens that actually the final one has just started right today.
She said "The waiting is over sweetie. I’m here now. I looked back over my journal on January 17th, and when you wrote, I was in my last year of high school, trying to figure out everything for college. I was at such a different place in my life, that sometimes I still can’t believe where I am now." yesterday and today she is back to her home which is right opposite side of the world and here i am still in the same old place waiting.
I know this will be hard not only for me but for her too now that i have made her life complicated. But it was just that everything happened so quick like we have had known each other for such a long time. She may be flying over the Atlantic Ocean when i am writing this but i know what's in her mind.
This time i will be stronger
thinking of the beautiful memories
we have had together
all the dancing and talking
that made the night pass by
without the dream
This waiting will help me
with you and ur memories
alive and shining.
Where had you been all this year
isn't the question i ask anymore
as i know it was just time
that we had to wait
to find our soul meet once again,
the people who have never met but
The souls which connected
without even meeting
why should we even give it a name
when we know we belong in each others arms?
The waiting is gonna be long i know
but the hope of running and getting
to your arms once again forever
will make it be just fine
all we have to be is patience
as we know where we belong
The beautiful ring that you held me
is guiding me along the waiting
i know it will be worth it
as from now you and i will be walking together . . .
All around this corner
With haunting memories
Just to watch you pass by.
My bones have been rust
Due to the cold striking wind
But the worth of your waiting
Has made my heart go alive.
Where had you been all this time
Just leaving the memories behind
For me to survive far yield your arms.
The waiting has been long
So long for me to recognize my breath
I’m still broken
But the waiting has held me up.
This poem had come to my mind long back. Actually i write poems but never save them. I had written this in back of my passport photocopy and yesterday i found it. Actually i that the waiting was over now but it so happens that actually the final one has just started right today.
She said "The waiting is over sweetie. I’m here now. I looked back over my journal on January 17th, and when you wrote, I was in my last year of high school, trying to figure out everything for college. I was at such a different place in my life, that sometimes I still can’t believe where I am now." yesterday and today she is back to her home which is right opposite side of the world and here i am still in the same old place waiting.
I know this will be hard not only for me but for her too now that i have made her life complicated. But it was just that everything happened so quick like we have had known each other for such a long time. She may be flying over the Atlantic Ocean when i am writing this but i know what's in her mind.
This time i will be stronger
thinking of the beautiful memories
we have had together
all the dancing and talking
that made the night pass by
without the dream
This waiting will help me
with you and ur memories
alive and shining.
Where had you been all this year
isn't the question i ask anymore
as i know it was just time
that we had to wait
to find our soul meet once again,
the people who have never met but
The souls which connected
without even meeting
why should we even give it a name
when we know we belong in each others arms?
The waiting is gonna be long i know
but the hope of running and getting
to your arms once again forever
will make it be just fine
all we have to be is patience
as we know where we belong
The beautiful ring that you held me
is guiding me along the waiting
i know it will be worth it
as from now you and i will be walking together . . .
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