Waiting

Waiting.

Waiting for the train to reach, waiting for the phone to ring, for the bucket to get filled, for the contentedness of life to be experienced.

Waiting for enough money to buy something, waiting to spend evenings inside dimly lit rooms with the love of your life, waiting to find the love of your life, waiting to be found and to be lost again under a starlit sky, to be a hero and to be forgotten at the same time.

Thinking about Waiting while waiting for the perfect job, waiting for the pay hike, waiting for just one stroll through the whiteness of the Antarctic, waiting to win, or not to lose, waiting to savour that sweetness of summer mangoes once your suger levels are down, waiting to reunite with lost loved ones after death, waiting to get back inside your mother's womb to be reborn and probably wait for something else afterwards.

Eagerly waiting to linger on, patiently waiting for everything to end - waiting for a future that never is, waiting for a day when everything will be answered, waiting for nothingness to arrive at nowhere, waiting for something to happen despite everything happens.

We obtain meaning from waiting.