I am waiting

I am waiting,
For a time when stepping out in the sun amidst people,
Will not be with a mind shrouded in fear,
For a time when one will not ache and long at length, 
To meet and hug those who are near and dear.

I am waiting,
For a time when despite the gentle breeze and warmth of the sun, 
Getting up in the morning will not feel so sunken,
For a time when travelling the untraveled and travelling it all, 
Will be without a hitch and its idea, not so forsaken.

I am waiting,
To undertake that rail travel and go back to my place, 
Where love is unadulterated and care, unconditional
Where all its trails are committed to memory by rote,  
And where the night echoes with its characteristic lull

I am waiting,
For a time when there is no bargain between safety and leisure,
Where the mind has its sanctuary and is not rusted,
In the hackneyed and the bickering that arise when you live too close,
For a time when our wisdom is not so stunted.

I am waiting,
For when there is a balance between destroying one thing to develop another,
For a time when we will begin to understand minimalism..
While I wait for this wait to end, little do I realise how much the Earth waited
to put an end to our paralysing stupidity and our imbecile enthusiasm.



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