FAITH

Sometimes, I feel I am standing on a threshold waiting for the door to open. Waiting there patiently I sometimes dream the life beyond that door, I know that's the way I want to go. I have a faith on the door to open but I too have fear, fear that the hope that is holding my patience will fade out with every unattended knock and fear that I'll have to take back my steps if I fail to awaken the door. But I know, now that I am here waiting for so long accustomed of being with the door I can't move back, atleast not without an answer to my knock.