Even if every plan, every scheme boomeranged and piled up as troubles, there’s still a flickering hope that all this has some meaning.
Though the life turned out to be falling short of every goal I set, I comfort myself with the thought that it is you who has decided to limit it.
Your indifference is killing but your indulgence is a blessing.
I often get visual illusions of your form, and what else my eyes would desire for! There is an intense yearning to hear my name from your lips, and every silent second fuels it more and more.
Continue to play with me, my Lord. Your attention turns me from idle to ideal.