Waiting...

Waiting, waiting and waiting

It seemed ev’thing was still

The wind had stopped to blow 

The time was as motionless as a hill

The only things that moved 

Were those hands of clock

They say that time flies

But that also then... had become a statue of rock

My eyes were desperate

To see something happening 

My tongue tingling to speak

But to whom will it be uttering?

I suddenly moved my eyes

To the corner of the room

And found something fascinating 

And new thoughts it started to loom

A line of ants

All crawling one behind the other

What was silent world for me

Was, for them seemingly inconsequential 

I saw, they had their own world

Much smaller though

But enough for

Them to know

Then again I moved my head

And looked down...

In the form of a shadow

A friend I found

I moved my hand

And so did she

And I happily realised 

How much fun these trifles can be!

I nodded my head and

She did it too

But when I smiled...

She couldn’t do

I tried to look hard

To find her eyes that could see

Her mouth that could speak 

But found neither 

And a truth dawned upon me

It has always been my companion 

It does whatever I do

And has followed me in every race

No matter what joy or sorrow I face

I thanked my shadow 

For its support 

And for the things it made me learn..

Then suddenly I was woken up

“Hey, excuse me.. now it’s your turn!”