Longing

There’s a longing in me to see a human,

There's a longing in me to be merry for no reason,

There's a longing in me to know the unknown,

There's a longing in me…just a longing…

There's a longing in me to undo the mundane

For the mundane just exists to kill…

Questions to ask and questions to answer

Questions to fill you from inside

You’ve just not got the equation right

With each passing day, you’re an open book

The way you feel and the way you breathe…

Hoping to see humanity at play, people resonating the same vibe

With stories of hate and aggression against humankind

Bewildered… I hated the aggressor

Hating him, and I hate his makers all the more

With each passing day

I understood to be a human is to be alive.

For I understood we all are seldom alive

With each passing day

I clamor inside silently for my longing….Just for my longing…

For them to not remain as my longings…just my longings