One Day

By Yashvardhan Singh

I’ll never stop waiting

For that day to arrive,

One with the solutions,

Solutions to survive

Survive this mess

Which someone else threw at my plate,

The only sin I ever did

Was being too late,

Is late the right word?

Or should I say never?

Because I still haven’t told her,

And it will be that way forever,

Because it only takes one day

To change someone’s life,

A simple gesture, a word of hope

Can cut through the strife,

I may have made mistakes,

I may have been cursed,

I may have faced the darkness,

I may have felt the worst,

I may rise from the ashes,

I may find my own way,

I may not like the journey,

I may bleed further each day,

But I still wait

For that one day to arrive,

Kill all my mistakes

Darted at the board,

Left for me to trace,

Forced into my throat,

I keep screaming the name of God,

As if I have no other choice,

Searching for answers in the silence,

Yearning for a guiding voice

All these pages will be wasted

And so will I,

The sweet smell of success that I never tasted

And wont taste until I die,

But I still wait for the day

To come and behold,

Was it a mistake I didn’t join the fray?

Find a courage untold,

As I lay on the grass

I look at the moon,

I watch my mistakes pass,

Mistakes I made too soon,

The day I wait for

May never arrive,

So, I’ll live through this night,

Wait for the sun to rise

But it won’t rise anymore

Be it the sun or my tears,

So, I’ll sit idle through this night

Knowing I never conquered my fears

Fears embedded into my mind,

A mind beyond my hands,

My gleamy eyes still shined,

For a weak mind tied with strands,

Maybe cut all my ties?

Maybe tie some more?

Maybe tie some better?

Maybe tie some with you?

I know I was too late,

I know I’m a stranger,

Lost in the echoes of time,

Navigating through danger,

I see myself tied to a chair

With an axe on my neck,

I see the sun rise elsewhere

As hope flickers in the wreck,

I wanted to check if this is the day,

The day I waited for,

I see the axe being raised by the stray,

And my neck he is aiming for,

I never saw that day arrive

To end all my problems,

Only endless nights of doubt

And hopes that feel like phantoms,

But now I need not worry

Because I now rest endless,

The line between life and death is now blurry

I’m weak because I lie pen-less,

The pen was always mightier

Because I never held a sword,

crafting tales of battles fought,

where words became my shield and ward,

Was Shakespeare correct?

Will this poem last forever?

Will there be an ending to these pages?

End it now or write forever?

But I always cared what others said,

I never cared about my ideas,

Angrily swinging the belt upon the belt,

Because I have now ran out of ideas,

Blood and tears everywhere

But I sat there still,

Blood and tears everywhere

Of emotions I had to kill,

Killed to hide from the world

And from you,

I still think deep inside,

Think about the few,

The few moments which I spent with you,

I spoiled my innocent heart

I spoiled my tender skin

To fall in love with you,

Even God admires his creations

But doesn’t admire me,

God is admired by generations

Who don’t admire me,

Is that it? I ask,

As I see the sun rise and kill the rain,

Is this the day I waited for?

Or will I have to wait again?

But as the dawn creeps in, I feel the chill,

A reminder that hope can be cruel and stark,

The dreams I once clung to fade, faint and still,

As I sit in the shadows, waiting for light in the dark.

By Yashvardhan Singh