The waiting place

Do you dare stay out..
Do you dare go in...
how much can you loose...
how much can you win...
and if you go in...
should you turn left or right
or right and three quarters
or maybe not quiet..

you can get so confused..
that you'll start in to race..
down long wiggled roads at a break necking pace..
and grind on for miles across wierdish wild space...
headed i fear towards a most useless place..

You can get so numb...
That you feel like time a cement on quick pace ..
wrapping around your body and your face..
deeper into the skin and you loose your gaze..
hiding inside your mind in that place...

The waiting place!
where the people just keep waiting
waiting for a train to go..
for a bus to come..
or a plane to go...
or the mail to come..
or the rain to go...
or the phone to come..
or the snow to snow..
or waiting around for a yes or a no
or a string of pearls or a pair of pants..
or a wig with curls..or another chance...

The hoping place!
where the minds keep hoping...
hoping for the darkness to go...
and the sun to come...
or the death to go..
and the life to come..
for the tears to go..
and smile to come..
for the cold to go..
and the warmth to come..
for a holding hand or a pack of currency..
or a beautiful smile or a another chance...

Do you dare exit out..
Do you dare live in...
how much can you take...
how much can you want...
and if you live in...
should you take whats left and not right
or right and painful as it matter..
or maybe not quiet..

you can feel so bestowed..
that you'll prepare to thank..
to those unknown, and to the one who have started the race..
and while away the pain in the empty place ...
heading blindly in faith towards a most useless place..

The waiting place!
Where people just keep waiting..

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil