Prison of Waiting

By Biplob Kabiraz

With how much intense love, I stand here waiting,My heart cries out, longing for your touch, hesitating.You don't know, how deep I have sunk in your dream,For you, I am a prisoner, in my own silent scream.

Countless letters I have written in your name,Never sent, fearing they might vanish in the flame.A single glimpse of your smile drives me insane,My life is written in your name—an endless refrain.

Though you're beyond the door, no response you give,In your silence, the world seems to cease to live.Do you know how I exist, alone in this space?Each day in this emptiness, I lose my way, my place.

But why don't you come stand by my side?Why don't my waits echo in your heart, far and wide?I don't know how deeply you avoid me so,Yet I cling to hope, searching for you, never letting go.

Your shadow, your memories—they're all my companions,Behind your indifference, I lose myself in my own dominions.I don't know if this prison of waiting will ever break,But in your love, will I find the light that my heart yearns to take?