What better time
What better place
Wait.
Don’t rush, remember what your mother taught
Patience is a virtue
(that keeps you rotting in a box
beneath a flat stone with your name on it)
They used to carve people’s professions on their gravestones.
Yours would say: waiter.
Why wouldn’t you let go right here.
What makes this moment any different than the unlimited later ones?
“The right time” is just a coward’s dream.
(A day dream at that, because they are afraid of the dark)
The biggest miracle in life is that we are able to hold on to nothing so perfectly.
Surrender and survive.
Hey Gurunistha,
This blog looks really nice! I also really liked this poem, I guess it speaks volumes to cowards like me
“Surrender and survive,” that could well be my new slogan 
Ys,
Tadiya