Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Waiting: will it work when it is required, when fire engulfs us?
All my life, I have been Waiting: waiting to grow up, waiting to grasp the universe, waiting for my life to end, finding it irrelevant and worthless in the universal scheme of things; in better moments, waiting for rain, fog, the sound of treading on dewdrops; railway trains, huffing and puffing, stopping and running, criss-crossing tracks, the changing geography of landscapes and scenery; waiting, waiting for order in chaos, waiting for people and events which occur only without any regard to punctuality or expectancy; waiting, waiting, always waiting.
Waiting, even for your reaction. And yours. And yours.
On a different note, please go to my wife's poem, Waiting.
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'Austere' sent me the following link in response to this post:
http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/lo_din_bitaa.stm
Please do try, and if you have difficulty with the Hindi language, please write to me and I will send you a translation of the very good poem by Harbans Rai Bachchan
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3 comments:
From the womb to the grave... what else is it but a long wait.
Some call it the trap.
Have you read Shri Harivanshrai Bachchan's poem, "kal hogi kuch baat nayi"?
http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/lo_din_bitaa.stm
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