God is a delay

I’ve prayed for You,

for quite some time now.

Deliver your blessings.

Yes, I’ve gotten aggressive.

I’ve gotten impatient.

Because You made me

a mortal, a human,

a dreamer.

I am here now,

demanding You

my dreams.

I cannot live long, to watch

my apocalypse.

I am here now,

challenging Your design

of my unfathomable mind.

There must be some glitch

in Your perfect universe.

The prayers must have been

lost in transit.

Fill the empty space with some air.

Spread love everywhere.

The message isn’t meant to die

in the letter.

It would be better,

if You were Speed,

and blessed me with Godspeed.

But, here I am,

waiting for You,

to show me the way.

What’s the delay?

Am I not loud enough?

Am I not clear enough?

Am I not yet ready for Your deliverance?

Speak with me. You haven’t bestowed

me with superpowers.

I am super-normal. I do not understand

invisible supers and subtitles of life.

Please listen to my heartbeat.

It’s wearing off with excessive hope

that You have named as “Optimism”.

It’s not even a religion like Buddhism.

Give me answers, or give me peace.

The world doesn’t take my word,

as it is.

God... is indeed a delay.

Now it’s time to save the day.