Moment of truth – Eternal wait…

He waits for her,

Patiently at times, impatiently at others,

Not knowing what to expect, not being able to stop hoping and planning,

Ambitious by nature - aggressive by instinct,

Not wanting to own for once, but certainly desiring some moments of own;

Seeking passion and peace at once, madness and sanity in co-existence…

The build-up necessarily difficult, 
Operational problems necessarily persistent,

How can it be worthwhile without the fight,

How can there be an easy solution in sight,

When the premise is complex, but the corollary simple,

The feet are heavy but the heart so nimble…

The pain so refreshing, the loneliness so amusing,

With clarity so dangerous that it calls to leave everything aside,

With a voice so definitive that it takes him on a crazy ride,

Decisions to be taken that may lead to an earthquake or two,

But without which he feels pitifully being caged in a zoo;

To leave everything and be or to have everything and not to be,

That, for him, is the tradeoff which has come to be…

It is as if his entire life has led to this one moment of risk,

All the poison concentrated in this one look of that hidden basilisk;

But funnily it is not doing anything that feels dangerous,

It is not making any sound that seems the most sonorous,

For life is calling while death wails,

Sometimes over chats and sometimes over mails…