Be there, even if not here
Once over, I scan call logs and messages
For the reassurance of our connection
Another day dawns with great expectation.
My strides shorten and pace quickens
The heart bounds in sheer impatience
Thoughts jostle and stories come tumbling
As you land on my handheld quite unexpectedly.
When the bell rings …

It’s an everyday story, night, and day.
Like a train halt at a station
That animates fleeting minutes 
and upon its departure, all beings retreat 
Dust settles and lassitude takes hold
Time stands still awhile
And picks itself up once more, as before 
Restless and unsteady in waiting
Till the bell rings … 

There come times of long silence 
With portends of galactic distances
A seeming chasm from unknown causes
Maybe words spoken with translation losses
Misdeeds perhaps, all unintended  
And promises made, unattended
Dispirited, I agonise
Till … wait a minute … Maybe it is not me.
And the bell rings …

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