In Search of Love

Love, I had walked to your sanctum

Seeking refuge for my barren soul.

Hoping to be enlightened

Praying to be chosen

By your grace.

I encounter strangers

Who promise to be you

Yet, they know not what you are.

I encounter promises

Vague and unkept,

Unlike what you vowed for.

I chance upon kindness,

A welcome breeze of freshness

And people think it is you.

I smile at naivety,

The desperate search for your presence

That makes them feel they will be

Less lonely, less unhappy, less insecure.

But you never promised to be so, isn't it?

In the chase, in the expectation and idea,

They have lost you somewhere

A representation of you they seek outward

But can't offer themselves.

I walk down the road alone,

Solitude is my peace,

As I realise I have been looking

For you at the wrong places,

In people and things,

But never within me.

~ Suranya