Hope In A Land Of A Hopeless Reality Poem by Kuda Bondamakara

I've stopped wondering why it feels
Like there is a piece missing in me;
I've become used to it,
The vacuity, the excruciating gapping.
Only when I meditate deeply
Do I really notice it, an enigma, a curiosity;
That fittingly perches me
Up on the highest apprehension seat.
How I sometimes wish someone up there
Would snatch me with His big hand;
Giving me the super-power that He only could lend.
To fight off the nagging emptiness
That was a part of my adult life;
Space that drove me towards the edge every night.

But one day, in the twinkle of an eye
She will step into my life;
And this unsavoury space
Will disappear as if it was never nigh.
She will be custom made for it.
No gapping anymore. Just a perfect fit.
Her tone will be caring and loving
And affectionate and neat.
Through many conversations
And many interactions,
I will know she is the one;
She will be weepy; even anxious,
Tracking and worrying about me with fun.
She will eject the nagging emptiness
That has become part of my adult life;
Space that drives me
Towards the edge every night.