The call

Waiting, waiting and waiting

I was waiting for the call,

spending hours in distress,

hopes began to fall.

Where are the days gone?

when, even a momentarily leave seemed wrong!

fighting and making love all day long,

beleiving the bond would go on and on.

No response, no care, no sympathy,

never thought would become a victim of empathy!

apprehensive and indecisive was never my way,

wish you had stayed miles away!

Scratching the memories from the wall,

had once given my world, my heart for all!

what about those talks of purity and sanctity?

at the end, there is nothing but my lost identity.

Wonder how the world would mock,

on how i filled just the incomplete stock!

engaged admist the things to balance,

Ironically, it made me non-chalant!

All that is left is the solitary,

coming into my way, inviting me to carry.

It was me there, upside down!

approaching the dusk and loosing the dawn.

Waiting, waiting and waiting

I kept waiting for the call!