Waiting for you....

Its all about waiting and waiting…. For how long, I have no idea…..

All I have thought is, I’ll get all used up until I meet you.

Used up all the way, every scar I need to get, every hatred I need to pour out, every negative thing that’s ever gonna touch me in my life, I invite it right now, for when I’ll meet you, I just want to be nothing.

Just nothing and just empty like a water pot, with a hole from  where all the past things would flow away. And so that when I meet you, you can just cure that hole with your power  and  pour me with  your love and nothing else.

I want to come to you, like the lost and wingless bird, so that I can take shelter in your nest and fly again with your power of love.

I want to come to you as a crying stream, crying and flowing with all the mud and rocks that hurt me in my way and the dirt that ruined my pureness, so that I would just merge into your holiness, purity and just follow your way from then on and stay calm and lost  forever.

I want to come to you as a lost sheep, scared and running from the cunning world, with scars I’d get from  the dangerous wolves (with all due respect to the animals) and body all full of blood, so that I can stay in your warm hug forever and you can heal me and I would get the new wool again.

I want to come to you as a fallen autumn leaf,  torn and stepped on by the people, so that you may wash me with the pure water and keep me safe and warm in your book of life, which would make me green again.

I want to come to you as the drop of vapour, tired and lonely from the rest of the sea, and evaporated by the scorching heat; so that I may merge with you and transform myself into the again pure white pearl, to sacrifice myself to the earthly soil.

I want to come to you as a lost page, which lost all its writings and wisdom and crumbled by the people’s ignorance; so that I can be held up in your lovely soft hands and you may once again make me alive  with your love story.

I want to come to you as the breeze, lost and abandoned from the storm, so that you may feel me and I would be able to touch a thing so soft, and forever fill  your life.

I want to come to you as a flower, crumbled and stepped on, with the people from the other garden and the thorns from my own; so that I can stay under your feet as a blessed one and so that you can make me shine  again with the fragrance of your love.

I want to come to you as a tired traveller, frustrated of walking all the way in the scorched heat; so that I can forever end my  journey under your shade besides the holy pilgrimage and start a new saintly life under your guidance and shade.

And at last I want to come to you as a lost dog to his master, forgetting all about the days I spent in the pound and in the rusty, dark streets filled with scary people, so that I can live again with you forever, as I did before and again put that water logged stick in the mouth and run around in my heaven with you.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Always in love because of you.

In your wait, and anticipating the beautiful reunion of us.