There was a man who lived on snow-capped mountains
Alone from the rest
Never saw the need to mingle
To feel the warmth of love’s embrace
Nor the merriment of mead’s linger
In the clouds he belonged
Where no hands would reach
Nor feet would walk
Where solitude rewarded him with peace, and every waking hour was a gift
Every sleep an easy slumber.
Where do we find love?
Do we find it in the places we shouldn’t look?
Or in the secret places?
The nooks and crannies,
The malls and the museums,
Or maybe, the leftover plenties.
Where do we find love?
How did we lose her in the first place?
Did she get lost?
Or did we just let each other go?
To faraway places, where no one could reach,
To strange alien lands, where no one bleeds.
Where do we find love?
I could spend this whole life searching,
For something that resembled a heart,
And yet, were I to find yours,
I’d forgotten where I last placed mine.
Blue Jeans
They curl around your feet
And fit snugly to your hips
Oh how everything could be like everyday
When every time you could wear the same
Old thing
Everybody needs something blue
Something akin to jeans
Just so they know
There’s no shame in wanting the inane
Nor the habit of unwashed denim
We all need something we can count on
Lasts forever even when you spill Ceylon
My reliable pair
You’re everything I look for when
She’s not there.
