Phase

whimsical winds breezing strong,
instances are always complained about and wronged.
the wait has been taking a toll
Alas! harsh times are on a roll..

those streets are desolate
those streets are empty
renovation could not mend the damages done
petrified the soul wants to run..

running down the time
running up the steeps
palpitating reasons are getting dry
every stride seems like a series of accumulated leaps

tiring awaiting hurling self
desperate anxious to take a diversion
moment may bring about the great fall..
till the end,i will b sparing nothing at all.

its just a wait..
wait wont be over at all
waiting for the time which wont ever arrive..
still i wait and i do not mind at all..