Desired

It didn’t matter
If he was right
Or his situation was not

He was worth it
Or he was absolutely not
He was a mess or he was not

All she knew was that
She had asked for him
Prayed to be with him

With all her heart
She had desired him
Once and for all

Machine-like

Things happened
Like it were clockwork

So mechanical
As though without a thought

Always in a hurry
To where I know not

Pursuit

She wondered
If there was anything
Called the normal life

Or did God just pick
Some people up
For very challenging lives

Or did they create it themselves
In the process
Of chasing their desires

Were these desires their own
Or induced by the society
Or people around them

Did they affect them alone
Or everybody who was impacted
In the pursuit of them

Why then should she not choose
To be free from desires
When she had already been on the receiving end

Realize

Everything was accomplished
At its own pace
At its own time

Trying to rush things
Rarely helped
Although it seemed like

It more often
Lead to tension
And anxiety

Which made it
Difficult to wait
Or be kind

Proximity

When you lack friends at home
You look for them outside

A home devoid of love and affection
Leaves you with a void

The warmth of relationships
Could not be replaced by material things

Yet, in pursuit of those
The relationships are left behind

Leap

Love was a strange thing
Needed courage more than anything

To go to lengths
You can’t measure

To make that leap
And take what comes as is

To be ready
For every challenge

To know
That come what may

You will pass it
Together you will make it

So far

Trying to pull him
Out of his shaft

Came with a
Slippery slope

She was more likely
To slip into it herself

Yet, there he was
For whom she made that attempt

And took the risk
To pull him out

At times she wondered though
If he really wanted to come out

Unaddressed

She wanted to tell him
That she was there for him

That he could reach out
Whenever he needed her

Yet she hoped
That he didn’t need her

That life treated him fairly
And he didn’t have much to complaint about it

Illusion

Time is an illusion
So is age

Formed by the society
To make us act like we are sane

Companions

When you witness
Their journey,
From sowing seeds
To seeing fruits

The two she had sown
Had come to life,
Was it her love for them
And the unending reservoir

Of patience
And faith in them,
Was it her wish
To see them flourish

Maybe it was luck
Or a combination,
Of factors
Beyond her apprehension

Maybe they would like
To tell her a story,
Or are just happy
To keep her company