Sudip...am back :)
Waiting to sail
It’s been 25 long years. I have been waiting on the shore, always ready, to start my life, my journey, my glorious adventure. Only if I had a sailor to give me direction!
I know not my goal, my destination, so I stand here alone on the shore, waiting. Wait for the sailor to come and show me the way, to tell me which direction to sail. It’s all been in vain.
My colours have started fading, my body is rotting, diseases and the weather have begun taking its toll.
The waves still beckon to me, the winds whisper in my ears, the setting sun tells me of the life and glory I am missing.
Sometimes I feel like breaking loose from the rope that binds me here and just set sail, set sail on the waves, sail for the unknown. But the fear of being alone, the fear of the black clouds fast approaching from beyond the distant horizon and the huge storms that can sink me keeps me rooted to my place.
So many things have changed, so many times I have seen someone younger to me happily sailing away, so many waves have come and gone and so many seasons passed. Neither has the sailor come, nor do I know the direction.
May be I should stop hoping, ready myself for an uneventful life on the shore till I wither away, or may be I should still keep waiting…
Waiting to sail
It’s been 25 long years. I have been waiting on the shore, always ready, to start my life, my journey, my glorious adventure. Only if I had a sailor to give me direction!
I know not my goal, my destination, so I stand here alone on the shore, waiting. Wait for the sailor to come and show me the way, to tell me which direction to sail. It’s all been in vain.
My colours have started fading, my body is rotting, diseases and the weather have begun taking its toll.
The waves still beckon to me, the winds whisper in my ears, the setting sun tells me of the life and glory I am missing.
Sometimes I feel like breaking loose from the rope that binds me here and just set sail, set sail on the waves, sail for the unknown. But the fear of being alone, the fear of the black clouds fast approaching from beyond the distant horizon and the huge storms that can sink me keeps me rooted to my place.
So many things have changed, so many times I have seen someone younger to me happily sailing away, so many waves have come and gone and so many seasons passed. Neither has the sailor come, nor do I know the direction.
May be I should stop hoping, ready myself for an uneventful life on the shore till I wither away, or may be I should still keep waiting…