Its months since I have
been waiting for you..
Almost eternity like
my love for you..

Standing by the moonlight
thinking of you
which a habit i grew
before a month or two..

The cold wind hit me,
The soft lights pitied me,
And it came again
the question of doubt.

The question which i hav been
asking for long
to you, to God
to me, myself..

The question which manages
to broke me again,
The question which causes
tears in my eyes,

The question which tears
me like the sharp edged knife,
The question which kills
my sleep all night.

Today yet again, I pose the question.
How much more should I wait for you?
And yet again, I find hardly an answer,
And i go back to bed for another sleepless night.