don’t say i haven’t been searching
but you can’t find what you don’t know you want
If it’s walls in which you put your trust
mine are built beyond the infinite line
don’t look for love in places, faces
cause am never to be found
if you and i were to meet
it has to be in a nameless street long after am gone
soulleitmotifs 
Aww too good yaar!
I hope you guys meet before you are gone 🙂
Good night!
Sigh!! Why must it always be a goodnight!! Why not a goooood morning 😄
Hehe.. Cos I commented at night, but you read it in the morning 😛
will add both henceforth.
Hahahaha 😄
The first two lines are telling. It’s universal – so many are searching, but few know of which they search.
😄I know…but that’s a fact…many a times I know not what I want
I think that we generally don’t know until we find it. Then we know absolutely. BTW, I did light up and you were no where to be found. 😀
Wah!!! You should have gotten me awake. ….my one chance this month to do so and am asleep!! 😃
I will be sure to remember the date in February. 😀
Romantic yet serene… 🙂 beautifully penned… ❤
❤️I loves being a tad sentimental
Hi Kismet, this is a mysterious poem! Hugs 🙂
Much love ellie…hope the making of art continues ❤️
I’m definitely going to share this, I know someone who’ll love this, Kismet (me I’d prefer to change that last after for a before!).
😄I thought about it …but it took away the romance and the melancholy that supposedly follows ❤️
Ooh… much to think about in this one. 🙂
Awww…but life still flows on 😄❤️
I like this – very thought provoking.
Much love ❤️
thank you;)
Oh, Kismet….**heavy sigh** so beautiful.
i gazed at this photo. So simple yet powerful. Lovely capture 🙂 and you had me at the last line of the poem !!
Hahahaha…the last line I agree makes one sad …😄❤️
Dripping with melancholia. You Indians have a penchant for torturing yourselves don’t you? Tell you what. You go down your nameless street and leave your symbolic flower, and at the end of the day, you wander back, and you’ll find some tall dark sensitive soul with his nose stuck in it wondering who was the sad, sensitive soul who left the flower there for him to find. Go on, try it! Absolute gem of a poem by the way 🙂
Hahahaha….I know exactly what you mean…but sigh am a succor for a not so happy ending 😄
ps: if I was to go back…the flowers would have been trampled …and long gone…and with it the thought 😄
I am about to wrap up work and head home .. just thought I’d come back and read this one again, before I shut down for the day… Should say it all, I guess… 🙂 Take care!
Sigh! So you did come back ❤️
Beautiful Beautiful. Haunting, and full of longing. All the comments above say everything I want to say. Sooo want to make it a happy ending, but realise that is not your way 🙂
Oh well, time for a cuppa and a sigh 🙂
Now a cuppa and a sigh is exactly what I had in mind 😄😄
haha I knew it 🙂 I’ll bring a cake 🙂
Thought provoking. How to find what we don’t know we want? 😉 Yet here we are searching… 😀
I particularly like the title.
Aha…and I wonders why that is so ☺️
I want the ephemeral. I want a chance meeting on some forlorn street. I want the imprevisible in the form of a wispy cloud.
Awhhh too good !
❤️❤️❤️
Goodness, you are the romantic!
Awwwww☺️☺️
Nothing could be truer than the last line when it is love… I really sometime bound to think that there are fewer people who can add so much color to words without saying much. Hats off…
Sigh☺️to love is to know❤️
You always express love in a sacred manner which i find missing in other blogs.Like always beautiful 🙂
Awww…thank you ❤️☺️
“if you and i were to meet
it has to be in a nameless street”
but of course! love it 🙂
sigh☺️soooo iz you going to be venturing out into any nameless streets soonly??
why i is, in two weeks in fact 🙂 i ll tell daffys all about it
daffy sits and waits in teepee ☺️
i bringeth the cold wriggly palms in need of warm chai glasses 🙂