In pursuit of one, waited have I long

For every composition, as they say, lies its genesis in a muse.

I have none, still I pen, with what so ever but not hues.

In pursuit of one, waited have I long

Childhood passed by, adolescence gone.

Heard of tales, their fairies and their fables, but were they just for fun,

Because stories are many but manifestations none.

There is someone, as they say, for everyone on this plain.

I have none, still I compose, with what so ever but not pain.

Late in night when lanterns lit the street with dim light,

I stroll down the loony lane, when faint is our sight,

Thoughts meander through the memory lanes

As in pursuit of one, waited have I long,

Wander along did my shadow, on and on from dusk to dawn.

Waiting for the fate, as they say, to take its own course

Childhood passed by and adolescence gone, yet I raise no uproars.

Still hold the belief, the stars will align,

Will get my muse, along with whom, I shall dine.

But Oh Lord, do take care, I am a mortal, won’t last long

Childhood passed by and adolescence gone,

And in pursuit of one, waited have I, already too long.