994 Yearning Poem by V F

All my life I have been waiting…
For someone to come knocking softly at the door of my heart
Someone so special that he need not knock at all
For whom there would be no boundaries
Who could reach out to me as a parent to a child and lay his hand softly on my head.
As one friend to another, with whom I could share my deepest and darkest fears,
With whom I could open up the walled dam and let out all the grief sorrow and pain
Which has been festering away inside and eating up my very soul
With whom I never need pretend who could understand what I wanted to say
Even when I sat quiet and cold as an empty tomb.
Who would apply salve on my bleeding wounds
Who would just hold my hand and let me cry and hug me tight,
And love me for myself no matter how ugly or old Id turned.
With whom I could be myself, without having to put up any appearances
Of whom I could be sure of – If ever I needed a shoulder to cry on
Whom I could call day or night and who would understand
That I am also a human being full of insecurities, doubts and complexes
Who would be a tower of strength for me when I needed
rather than me having to be there for everybody – everytime
dearest friend of mine, somehow I feel I have found him in you.

(18th December 2001)