Waiting...

So I stand to the left of the dark
It wants to hold the hand that is mine...
I see it stretching ...it's hand begrime..
And I am afraid of the dark adjoin...
So yes I am terrified.

Why cant I find the way disguised...
Is it fact or fiction...
For I have always known to find
the place to stand still..
but now the balance has been compromised.

I used to walk towards the light..
It's still clear in the sight..
But I am not moving.. just standing still..
Enamoring the dark on the right.
Things surely have gone tart.

Why.? I say..Why?
Is it fine to stop for sometime...
and disperse in the obfuscation...
to wait..for own self..
to steer away the grave sign!

Yes I am waiting...
for you..my dear self..sublime...
rush..and take hold of me..
Else soon I will be gone...
I know .. only you are mine..
Yes my love.. only you are mine.