finding love

What is love I wonder, how is it to feel lost,

And then suddenly find myself in someone.

To make mistakes and then look at your eyes,

 Knowing that you still love me the same.

What is love I wonder, the wisdom of a Yogi perhaps?

Attained through ages of silence and compassion.

Or like the first ray of sun breaking through the clouds

Wonderful things like dew drop dancing on a lotus leaf.

May be like the passion of a Jihadi, fundamentally flawed,

 Full of passion, untamed, unreasonable, unconstrained.

Alas! Alas! I have felt the passion burning my soul day and night,

Have lived the hope day after day, have seen the wisdom grow

But still I am yet to see love, to lose myself only to find in someone.

Home

Home. A word so comforting and cool still so distant.

Like the sensation that we crave in scorching summer.

A simple word, home! What makes it a home I wonder?

Four walls, a ceiling and a floor perhaps, or perhaps the

Beating hearts that ache when I am late and the worried

Eyes that look towards the door often, praying my safety.

A place where I can make mistakes again and again.

I often ask myself, have I ever been home? Has anyone?

Or we just kid ourselves, with walls and warmth that we inherit.

I seek home, not just four walls, a ceiling and a roof.

Not just comforting embraces and loving kind hearts.

I do not know what makes my home, I just know I seek one.

let me be

There is no distraction for me tonight, I wish there will be none to follow.
No chit-chats, no expectations, no promises made and broken and no guilt.
There will be no warmth in my bed, for tonight and for few to follow.
A cold chill will cry day and night, telling me how forsaken I am.
Am I really disused tonight and the nights to follow, I question to myself.
Or was I abandoned every night when I took the warm embrace of a stranger.
There is no distraction tonight, or that’s what I wanted to be true.
But I find myself never been abandoned by my own thought and wit so as to say.
Oh how dearly I wish tonight, when I banished my seek for warmth,
That my own thoughts and words left me for once, once let me rest.
Pouring, gushing and breaking all my bones and my heart, like a violent water fall.
Oh how sweetly I will trade tonight a life of ignorance, of mediocrity with this.