Waiting

My thoughts are now Waiting. Small things are Recalled , and stored In raindrops and wind blowing. My vegetable dreams Usher monsoon of hope When one comes to the end of things. I sat with my daughter who kept talking about magic of land I wait Till the door is opened I’m a visitor here I’ve come to wait For life divine. Now I don’t look for a by-pass everywhere. It’s straight from my heart. I just wait to take the path, at times I ride on time. I wait as I don’t find the way to return. Will someone supply me the key? Who can unlock the past? Who is not haunted by rain? Who will wait To plant saplings of my choice And wait for fruits Red and juicy? We wait for the rain to be over. When windows are wide open Fresh thoughts flood. Old castles live with memories Of ancient ghosts chanting. Finally, we leave the station. Quantum computing goes unclear.