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
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
Things happened
Like it were clockwork
So mechanical
As though without a thought
Always in a hurry
To where I know not
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
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
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
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
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
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
Time is an illusion
So is age
Formed by the society
To make us act like we are sane
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