The Eternal Wait

Driven by the fear, The fear of loosing,
Loosing what? Loosing that which is not yet attained,
What is not yet attained? Not yet attained is the object of desire,
Why is it an object of desire and not yet an ambition?
May be you are not convinced, Or may be it is not yet the time,
When will it be a time? It will be a time when you are ready,
Is this a paradox? No, this is not,
It is just your conviction, everything else is mere reflection.

Are you waiting for your soul to speak?
Do souls speak or do they just wait?
Wait for the Guru, Wait for the soul mate,
Wait for the beloved, Wait for the Lord,
Wait for the salvation, Wait for the beginning,
Is it all just a wait? Is the soul just a manifestation of the wait?

Are you living a life? Are you living a dream?
Is the dream yours? Or is it just those unfulfilled goals of a bygone era?
Do you still manage to dream just for yourself?
Do you dream about the goal or do you dream of your journey?
So, is it the last moment of wait for which you are living?
Or, is it the complete wait which motivates you?

Questions and more keep pouring relentlessly within me,
Whenever I see you in your own world, satisfied and racing ahead,
Heading into a world where I exist, waiting with open hands,
Waiting for your soul, to race your present and race me ahead,
And ask more questions and answer many of them, some of mine too,
The wait is on, for the questions and for the beginning of the end of wait.