when will it be?
the questions are at the tip of my tongue always
i bite them back. i swallow them
but they surface always..unanswered, unattended to
might not be the best of times to ask..but when is the best time?
is there a best time?
it ain't feel too good though and getting increasingly so
not knowing anything or having any idea..hmm mm..
gosh..there's no clear marker in the horizon to walk towards..
right now it's just a wet blotch of grey ink..a splatter on a mural...
yet to morph into anything wonderous..yet to depict even anything..
and so i still wait..
someone once said we spend our whole lives waiting for various things to happen...
i think it's quite true...
wait..waited..waiting..?
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