A Pitiful Quest Poem by SARTHAK UNIYAL

‎'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.