I lie in anticipation

Night and day I wait in anticipation,

of what eludes me, the wait that has kept me alive in my heart. 

That one day, the day I can say I've moved on to something better, leaving behind all that was bitter.

I lie in anticipation, to meet the new normal that I can live with, people I can love with.

I lie in anticipation to move onto better things, waiting for a day worth living for and a moment worth dying for. 

Unleashing myself to tie up that which was broken one last time, in anticipation of exposure to fragility.

I lie in anticipation that I shall find my feet again, to rise from my slumber and wander the dreams of a lover one last time.

I lie in anticipation to be married to my dreams one more time.

I lie in anticipation of life in all its glory, awaiting a life to love, then to live and alive to last. 

This is an ode to Qarib Qarib Singley! 

The Cactus

Seeded by a drop, 

I grew with the slightest sight of moisture, 

Preserving droplets like it were a nectar of immortality.

As the originator of light gave me my undivided attention,

I was deserted by humans,

Protected by thorns.

I prick people who don't notice and hurt to make them notice.

I lay rooted in gravels of sand shifting from hither to thither, 

Without a place of my own,

Rarely uprooted, never firmly rooted,

The rain to me a mirage, 

And the desert, my own garage. 

Heat is my unborn twin, with me to my end. 

The only person who dawns on me is celestial,

The only beauty I've known is the moonlight.

I rarely witness life,

As I'm unfettered by the living, 

While Independently living.

Deserted mostly on desert,

And averted by vision. 

I am the Cactus,

The sole survivor for ages, 

With a life that no one gauges. 

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Love

Feeling elated to heaven,

Dancing onto her heart,

Feeling her heart crumble into my hands,

Flattered by my charm,                       

Invigorating her senses,

Reinventing chutzpah,

To her soberness.

And inventing direction,

To my wilderness.

 She’s now strapped on to the tunes of my heart,

For she’s found love and I’ve found life.

Life that I felt leaving,

And Love that she’s been searching.

Our eyes meet,

And the search ends,

With our hearts rejoicing in unison.

Fortunate are the souls that could love,

For love is a saviour,

A saviour of Mankind.

For it instils hope,

In life from which one would want to elope.

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Dedicated to War and Peace S01 E03 – As Prince Bolkonsky comes into the sight of Natasha Rostova

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