An insight

Between me and my insight,
my thoughts are the interface.
A new one, many a times
brings a smile on my face!
Like revelations,
realizations dawn on me,
as if a message of God
in my own words,
like a cloak
bestowed upon me!

I pine to talk to you,
as I know that brings peace to me
the thoughts in disarray
are harmonized
like beads of a rosary

but I wait,
I wait for your call
rather than reaching out to you
I silently follow
because when I approach
if I make the call,
somehow the yoke
is hollow

why this happens
is not known to me,
it fructifies, only when you sprout
why the connection gets made
only when you stretch out

sometimes I wait & wait,
I need to talk to you,
but you don't call,
that's when
to my anguish
I fall,
I get bitter
I writhe in agony
addicted to your remedy

but you won't call
you won't heed
the blame is on you
not on my dependence,
neither my need,
not even on my thought
it is just an interface,
the blame is on you,
my insight,
you are my God!

Do call me sometime,
to establish,
the connection so sublime!!