Stars are at an arm’s distance, murky night snuggling into the dense blanket of gloom, grey tiny rings of smoke circling around my eyes, blurring my vision. Tall majestic mountains lay grim quietly witnessing  the universe falling silent as despondency takes over an existence.

It hurts… terribly… miserably…

Voices echo, words come forth with daggers thrusting deep into heart where all those beautiful moments of joy and togetherness rush towards the corner in fear.  The eyes are defiant to act resolute. The world through the thin layer of moist and mist appears detached and far away. Crisp air blowing my hair doesn’t really care about how I feel. It feels coarse when I try to wipe my tears off.

When I see around, there are so many human faces, so many lives. All are rushing to their destinations. I stand still, frozen in time. I wish to run, but don’t know to whom. Everyone has someone to go to. Happy or unhappy but each of them has someone. Someone to love or someone to loathe. I, silent and gloomy, wait for belonging.

I am drowning, fighting to hold on to a breath; but I fail. Hollowness comes closer as I see it approaching. I try to break away. I make an attempt to escape. Futile…nonetheless. I hold my breath and wait. For what? I am still to figure out. May be, I wait for the moment to be understood. I wait for the moment to bring these questions to an end, where they have no ways to come back. I wait to belong to someone. I wait for togetherness beyond words.  I wait to reach out to you beyond any limits. I wait for your whispers, I wait for the warmth. I wait for the deep meaningful silence and I wait for your hand tapping on my shoulder and when I turn, I wait for you to tell me that I belong to you. 

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