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He smiles.

He stands a little apart from me.

watching and tempting.

He is always there.

And radiating a

force

so strong, so powerful, that  it overwhelms.

It triggers a wave of longing,

Every day, the urge to run increases.

tirelessly. comes back and forth.

more powerful and intense.

clamoring to be heard..

clamoring to be realised.

Silent voices cannot be silenced anymore.

He knows that.

Every day, looking forward to another day,

Another day of freedom,

of escape.

Every day, filled to the brim with prayers,

to an unknown God

or to the forces of Nature,

calling upon them to aggregate,

To Fortify the self  and to breach the defense of the enemy.

To break through and rampage

Before everything slips through the fingers,

Hold onto the grains of time.

Time moves fast,

Sweeping things in its wake..

i See him standing, smiling, inviting, mocking.

Throwing Arms Wide open to catch hold of him,

as he approaches me,

But He still passes through..

and I hang on to air.

My hands clutching nothing.

I look behind,

Saddened, Bewildered..

He is watching me.

And calling me to come forward..

I walk, I run,

and when i reach ..

he is far away..

Out of reach.

Time and its strange games.

You cannot catch nor stop nor ask him to move.

He moves on his own.

I stay behind.

One step behind always.

He smiles.

He wins.