I dry up. fall down.
Each Autumn.
Reach out to you.
To bloom you.
The coming Spring.

Unknowingness, turmoil.
Conundrum around.
Wrapped up in dilemmas.
Sinking. into mess all over.

Urge to know all happenings
Struggle to unwind each loop.
Choosing and then falling,
into pit. one at a time.

Tiring yourself. Again.
And again. And again.
With futile efforts dear.
Fruitlessly, knocking doors.

All these are not important...

It's okay to not know.
You're not here.
To know each **** thing.
Let the things happen.
Let the stones be unturned.
It's good to taste,
the dilemmas. sometimes.

Bloomed a little, in spring.
Struggled, amidst series of autumn.
Frost of winter, annihilated.
Summer burned, less this time.
Healed, in monsoon rain.

So many nights, turned into morning.
And dawn into dusk. So many times,
The sun overshadowed the moon.
The wind changed its direction.
Season after season, passed by.

I am waiting. And waiting.
And waiting. to bloom
And for you my dear
Be my gardener. Once
And...

I'll bloom. someday.
Will you irrigate me. forever ?

last night
I dreamt
that I got into
a fistfight
with Copernicus
because
he wouldn't agree
with me that
the universe seems
to revolve around
your smile