The Wait For That Unknown Poem by Swapan Deep Singh

As the bus moved forward,
I started looking backward;
Backward at the time that had passed,
At the life that had given, taken, rewarded and harassed.

All had been good, was it great?
Perhaps it never is for anybody.
My mind has always been preoccupied,
Dreams of studies, books at the bedside.
But as I enter a newer phase of life, where,
Where life is big, large, studies merely a share;
I realise the wide inescapable void;
The gap, till now I have been able to avoid.

Yes its the wait for that unknown,
Who will fill that canyon gap.

Love is mutual, they say;
Love is beautiful, they say;
You cant live without love, they say;
May not seem true to some, to others it may.

But I am confused to the core,
Looking at the ocean of life, waiting at the shore.

Waiting for that unknown,
Who will bring along a smile I haven’t seen in the mirror yet;
Who will remove that lurking lump of loneliness.

But love comes your way, they say;
So should I search for it, or just stay?

I am confused to the core,
Still waiting at the shore.

There are times, when I am my enemy;
Times of two minds, times I am not me;
Times of turbulence, unforeseen;
I wonder if love is the ‘cure’.
Or rather dearth of it, the ‘cause’.

And thus I am confused to the core,
And keep waiting at the shore.

There is a lot I feel,
Little I say,
Still little I can write.

I don’t even know why I decided to write this all;
Was it necessary? Do you even need to know this, after all?

Still I write without rhyme,
All thoughts that are mine;
Coz I know not any means,
And the feeling that drives me is:

That I am confused to the core,
May be its wise to write and just wait at the shore.


Swapan
August 2009