A quest for love

The lone traveler
Wanders about
In the huge arid desert,
In search of a priceless treasure,
A few times he sighted
His destination,
But it slipped away
Like sand from between the fingers,
Proving to be
Just a mirage, an illusion,
A search he has started on,
A seemingly endless one,
When he will find
His destination
Or will he even find it,
He knows not,
But he has hope with him
And that makes him go on,
Many a warrior before him
Has set out on this impossible task
Just to lose and return back wounded,
But he has heard
Of a few brave men
Who did reach the goal,
He has made up his mind
To complete this difficult mission,
To find a rose patch
In the dry desert,
To find true love
In a loveless world,
Nothing less will do,
He will wander about
Till he can search no more,
Alone and on his own,
For he knows
He would not find peace otherwise,
For he knows the sweetness
Of finding the treasure
Would be worth the wait.

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7 responses to “A quest for love

  1. badari narayanan

    Why masculine gender instead of ‘she’? : ) Any particular reason? Finding the soulmate is quite a quest, but as you say worth the wait.

  2. Ryan.A.Nash

    reminds me of the ozymandius poem..dunno why

  3. Priya Iyer

    badariji,

    ‘she’ and ‘i’ were tired after making their appearance in quite a few posts. so today ‘he’ took up their job…:-)

    yeah, a soulmate is worth the wait and worth the search:-)

    sharan,
    ????????

  4. Ryan.A.Nash

    I met a traveller from an antique land,

    Who said–“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

    Stand in the desart….Near them, on the sand,

    Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

    The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

    And on the pedestal, these words appear:

    My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,

    Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

    Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

    The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

    this is the poem by P.B.Shelley

    ur true love reminded me of this!!!! Weird???

  5. Priya Iyer

    sharan,

    Yeah,i have read this poem,but it is very weird indeed!maybe the part about the desert struck you!:-)

  6. Sathej

    Nice one.Ozymandias-yes,there is some resemblance in the desert theme.
    Sathej

  7. Priya Iyer

    sathej,

    thanks 🙂

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