Waiting

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Waiting to break free
to be bound again
see the horizon turn a brilliant orange
see shy flowers bloom


I am waiting for downpours which can quench my thirst
Waiting for rain
for the smile that lights up my life
for it to be light again
Waiting, just waiting

Waiting to see the world
for the world to see me
for you to see me
the way I am without pretense

Waiting to live life
Waiting to die
I am waiting,
to be born again

Comments

AVIANA said…
hmmm...hmmm..have you listened to John Mayer's song "Waiting for the world to change?" It is similar to your poem here. It talks about people in our generation 25 to 35 who are suppose to change the world but the world says we are lazy and just sitting as the world (US) goes to war etc.... he kind of explains from his point of view why we are not reacting....

thanks for stopping by!
6:24 pm, May 23, 2007
Pinku said…
hey Aviana (love ur new name)

Havent heard the song. But do you really agree that we are lazy? we do nothing?
8:25 pm, May 23, 2007
AVIANA said…
not sure..but our generation i think is sitting around passively...i strongly believe the generation after us..the ones who are in college and high school are going to be the ones taking the next major steps....
5:46 am, May 24, 2007
phatichar said…
Touching poem..there's something 'bout it..a melancholy that's hard to brush away.

First time here, won't be the last, lemme tell you :-)

ps: no, our gen' is not lazy. The world around us has got more impatient, tha's all :)
9:23 am, May 24, 2007
Aranyak said…
It's nice. Were you thinking about wishes/dreams. We do this multiple times...to realize we cant achieve everything we wish.
Keep writing.
10:15 am, May 25, 2007
Anonymous said…
nice one..i hate to think this poem references human life...your last para suggests otherwise?..wonder what you had in mind when writing this..i will take a guess..maybe a plant seed ..anyone?
5:50 pm, May 27, 2007
D said…
Good thought process....somehow I'm biased towards rhyming lines...but nonetheless I like your waiting approach.
6:21 pm, May 28, 2007
Anonymous said…
..lovely.. :)

swadha
10:34 am, May 29, 2007
messys musings said…
hey pinku... im so sorry i didnt revert back to u... but i read ur comment today... just by chance!!!... u must have gone to matheran too by now :p

so how was ur trip?? i was off to the place again when u commented... n to tell u the truth... theres nothing much to sight see in matheran (unless u want to see the points)... matheran is just for relaxation, riding and walking... hope u had an enjoyable stay :)
6:34 pm, June 03, 2007
Sunshine Girl said…
yup...says a lot....the waiting is never over, is it?
10:14 pm, June 05, 2007
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