Why is there so much misery my dear?
Why is it that i am waiting for the moments and days to pass by in vain?

As if they cry out loud and make me wonder,
If ever i can see you sooner in a new light, in a new way.

Why is it that i am trying to escape and rise above these desires?
In a failed attempt to come to terms with my feelings, so cherished and pious

Why is that i am  waiting for time to heal my wounds?
Why is it that i am calling on to the Lord to make me wiser?
When i  know the he himself has spoken of love to be the greatest gift to mankind through epics read by mortals.

Whom am i trying to please? Whom am i trying to fool?
Why am i holding on to religion and philosophy to let go off my harmless emotions?
To let go off those serene moments of passion and prayer.

Why is it that i have closed all my doors on you?
When you were what i was born for and you were the reality,
Gods had spoken to me of this day to come,
And talked about births and forms in the past when we had met.

What is this frustration for?
Why am i wearing myself out and making myself suffer?
With the hope of finding you someday somewhere
When i know you are right here, right now with your magical flair.

And then when that day finally comes
And i see you sitting by the stream of river
In the valley full of flowers and joy
And clear white sand making way for us

Our hearts filled with love stored for years
Our lips waiting to utter those unspeakable words
Our eyes hungrily looking at each other with passions of a lifetime
Our hands reaching out to each other through stroke light year

I hope its not too late,
Not too late my dear!
For i see the same old world which made us live on the foundations of its eccentric virtues
Coming to an end
And i see the same old world leaving us unfulfilled and miserable again in its own fake attempt to define the truth!!