am i waiting in vain,
but how can any wait ever be in vain
dont we reflect
dont we question
dont we reinterpret
every memory is renewed
seeds of self doubt sprout
we nourish them by waiting
why should any wait be even in vain
let me wait
even more
Conversation 1
Vain are the ways of words,
I wish I knew how to walk on this
Disrobe the moment of its covers,
what is left is meanings without words,
self or others
Tears are rivers in which boats of desires
are allowed to lose their way
In wait, so what
In wait
So what
The storm is brewing
Inside
I remain quiet
So what
Don’t bend
O branch of a tall tee
Spring is not too far
It is going to rain
Don’t say again
So what