A Pitiful Quest

‎”The Quest of Love may be Pitiful, but it’s never meaningless” ‎ ‎

During a time in the land of dreams, ‎

The Convoy stopped, or so it seems.

‎We are both lost in the twilight gleams.

‎Where did you go, in the midst of streams? ‎

‎A few fleeting moments, a glimmer of light,

‎After that, you disappeared from my sight. ‎

Wait! Are our ways getting apart? ‎

Did I abandon you right from the start? ‎ ‎

Where are you, my bright light? ‎

A lush wonderland or a forgotten dream? ‎

You sparkle in a breeze of whispers, ‎

Your absence felt like a perpetual river. ‎ ‎

The travelers cleared out and moved on.

‎An empty place to which our hearts were attached, ‎

Where are you now, my mind wandering?

Including unexplained memories. ‎ ‎

You were an upbeat shadow. ‎

Flowers blooming in the dead of night,

‎I held your hand with all my strength, ‎

Your presence lasts longer and sparkles brightly. ‎

‎In the same breath, Hello and goodbye!

‎You get lost on a journey to a certain death. ‎

Where have we gone in this pitiful quest?

‎The sound disappears as we attempt to express ourselves. ‎

‎We are forever looking for what was lost, ‎

Our adoration fades like passing on coals.

Leaving us both as reminders.

Through Silence, we cannot disconnect. ‎

Sorrow enters our souls,

‎The small gap where our love once walked.

To ever be perfect or to care?

‎When we chase what life has stolen? ‎

‎When Passion turns to a remorseful sigh,

Then your memories cause tears to flow from my eyes.

‎Fear of our separation nightmares do I get,

‎Thinking of our love has gone, as our destiny’s sure bet. ‎

‎It’s not possible to forget you, ‎

Your scars are in my remembrance, ‎

An innocent heart searches for intimacy in your picture’s essence, ‎

Still, it’s the most lovely inclination towards you. ‎ ‎

Neither your infatuation nor your affection, ‎

As infatuation is so helpless, ‎

That comes to anyone for a transient period,

‎That’s why betrayal often happens. ‎ ‎

Affection is the one who cannot agree with everyone,

‎It is done thoughtfully and with caution,

‎It has to be followed with trust, ‎

That’s why affection often fails everyone. ‎ ‎

Oh, the beauty of your unrequited adoration,

‎Adoration! How melodious it is to hear! ‎

It just happens, it is not done but given,

‎A way of reverence for someone to share. ‎ ‎

In this Elegy of lovely agony, ‎

Our dream has come to an end, confined in this worldly maze so phony. ‎

We looked for each other in vain.

‎In the hope that we will find love once again.