This
wait is filling the void in my heart with a purpose, a direction. It is giving
me the sustenance to battle it out in this hard clime. It provides me with the
courage to face the demons of my past and my present. In those shadowy hours,
in each of those harsh moments, I keep myself centered thinking only of that
glorious moment- the happiest moment that I have had in days, or rather, in
months. The darkest hours, when every minute of existence seems like unbridled torture to the extent that I can take no more of it, is upon me; but I cling on in fervent hope dreaming of that moment which would come to pass in a few days.
That wondrous moment, when I would see you again, when time as a whole would stop
and you tread gingerly towards me with that beautiful smile playing on your
lips. There would be thunderous showers pouring all around, with the monsoon at
its peak. Every drop of rain on you would sparkle like a diamond set in the radiance
of a blazing flame. The wind would be playing a symphony with your dark,lustrous
hair. You would gracefully brush them away from your pretty face like the wind blows those
dark clouds away from the face of the glowing moon in the night sky. Your eyes, on seeing me would twinkle in recognition, like the stars greeting the moon, with renewed love
and dainty shyness, after the heart-breaking parting which occur every dawn. As
you tread those few remaining steps towards me, I would restrain the multitude
of emotions running through my mind to savor the innate beauty of that single
moment. I would shut myself from every other feeling, every other emotion, so
that I could gaze into those solemn, deep eyes and hold you close to me- never to let
go, never to let go ever again.
