Waiting

I think several people in the world can relate top this poem.

Thank you, BlueEyesBlackHeart; I believe there are. Thank you for the kind comments.

while there is breath it is never too late
while there is desire no task is too great
while there is time the Soul can still find its mate
while there is a chance strangers can truly define their fate....

Thank You Goodest, esteemed Wordsmith for the comment. You are right. It is never too late; no task too great and sometimes eternity is just a heartbeat away.  

Thank you dear Crim. Kind words; would that it was that easy.

Grace.

Hope you don't take me the wrong way, but first the technicality aspect.

Third stanza, last line-In stead of miserly, I somehow feel miserable would be a more appropriate adjective. Miserly essentially boils down to 'lack of generosity' and here is not too succint as an adjective.

Fifth stanza, the lines...

..until I shall refill
the love cup empty now
Until the stranger become
a stranger no more...


The first line speaks of the inner wish
to refill the 'love cup'. Again I feel
a better way to express this would be-

'until I shall refill
the love cup-now empty..'
(It can be done differnetly as well to convey)

In the third line in this stanza, it should be
'Until a stranger becomes.'

Last stanza, 'back to here' could be modified as 'back here'. 'To' is redundant.

Now about your poem.

Grace. You are a gifted story teller. Each piece of yours I have come across so far (merely three days) has an exceptional way to convey itself and connect with the reader.

'Waiting' is the story of the collective lives in the twenty first century in an age of broken lives, cubicled existence and evanescent relationships.

It touches, nudges and shakes one intermittently.
It asks questions.
It screams in silence.

Bravo! Another one!

Curtsy.

Write on

S' aka Pyaara.

p.s-As explained elsewhere
I don't feel great being a
grammar nazi as I am more a
feeler than a seer.
But your art is divine and
divinity should not be marred
by mortal flaws.:)

Pyaara, thank you so much. ...but the stranger is known to me, and I meant 'the love cup empty now' as it is.  Thank you for showing the missing 's' and I meant it...'to here'..as in this page and this existence. Thank you again. Remember poets and aspirants like me are allowed to word words how they want to, and create or string them accordingly to suit their imaginings at that time. I am humbled by your knowledge, Mere Pyar. Shukria.    

Grace

:) That made sense. A lot of sense.
Again you made me smile. Light be
with you.

Write on.:)

S'

Yes dear chameleon...hope springs eternal. Thank you for commenting.

My heart in Atlantis
With a stranger still

Perfect line. A feeling I have felt all of my life. Great write.

Dear splendid, thank you for reading and commenting. Yes always you  will feel like you are not done waiting yet until you meet your soulmate.