In Search Of Love Poem by Suresh Kumar

I did grope along the alleys of life which were misty enough
with the burning yearning that I felt at the bottom of my heart

At times I wondered whether such a thing ever exist
that could lift me out of despair, with its undying charm

Neither did I worn out nor did morale forsaken me
during that unending odyssey of which I whispered to myself

That it ought to go on or in the least should it linger on
alas! always that the grail seemed to slip off from my hand

With the swelling resentments took me for a ride
and did often jeer at my spirits which seemed so crippled

With my vigor got sapped and hope got pooped
so often did I scramble for something to cling on for a respite

Still my will held its head high enough with its innate pride
with an intrinsic urge to not to betray my soul

At times delusions caught me off my track
with florid enticements which should deter me from my path

Often could I perceive something moved around my humble being
tempting and at times thrusting upon me leaving my guard so brittle

And to my shock and to my ignominy, I could later hit upon that truth
that they are the kind of petty phonies that roamed along my voyage

With a mission to act their part as prowling and dampening spirits
who should play upon me and should make me stray off my course

But alas! I could not even foresee any respite which may lie far
as my little thing did fail to discern the tune of life that played afar


Years and years that I passed them by quite oblivious of my very being
and often it seemed my grail won't be there, for me.

There were times illusions did seem drain me of still tottering verve
and those long-trodden pursuits seemed to rob me of my spirits

My trail was laid not with the supple flowers of the beauty that we know
but a rugged one full of thorns and grits strewn along that weary lane

My limbs got hurt and body got wrenched along the course that I tread
and nothing could be seen there to lend me some ray of hope

At first I could discern the presence of autumn whose extends
drawn out beyond that I could ever endure for not so long

It made its presence felt with its withered hopes and longings
that should get ploughed and buried behind the memories that we hold

Then the dreaded winter turned up with its band of mourning palls
daring to taunt upon the petty lives that stretch across the world

And its hunger leapt across to bury things which come by, near it
simply gulp them down deep beneath the pall of stolid snow

With my teetering spirits and reeling resolve, I tried to trudge on and on
until I found something like a lonely eerie star in a cloudy night

And it did topple down the veil that guarded that blazing heat of passion
should it not a miracle that could have ever dawn upon me!

There did emerge from that lousy clouds, a ‘golden grail'
with its redolence wafting across the vast air that lie around

A lustrous grail that was, that I could ever conceive of,
a god-sent cherub that could melt away my dregs of angst

Its luster could vanish those ominous lurking clouds
and could beam across my heart by its dazzling smile

It impelled me to leap for the one that I ever cherished
nor did it require me of any further sweating to suffer

And slowly and so gently it dawn upon my lap, as if in a dream
and perched upon me like sea-waves seeking to embrace the shore

And I took it with a grace, quite hard for me to reflect it upon
and the pleasure did it convey me fail me in my words

It seemed that I fluttered among the countless lofty heavens
where could I not find any limits of that providence.

Is it that you my DEAR, aren't you there as my dearest ever find
that the heavens could proffer me as the grail of eternal love

It bound me across and drenched my touchy veins of love
and could quench my wants with a magic wand of thee

I embraced that grail with neither ego nor eros felt inside
and stacked it deep inside the annals of my heart

So that it could never dry up nor that I could let it slip by
by bounding and imbuing it with my tentacles of love

Now that I am happy with my grail, closely entwined with the feelers
of my heart and it fused with my passion, ready to drift with me

And still I am holding on to it as my ever precious treasure trove
that should endure in me till I am urged into that infinite sleep.