The search continues

The search continues;
I have no reason
To end it;
You don’t stop a search
When you haven’t found
What you’re after;
Who stops
Rowing their boat
In the middle of
A stormy sea?
Stopping would mean
Giving up;
Which in turn means
Saying you have failed;
Do you know what that means?
That the waves
Will sweep you off
Into the high sea;
I never do that;
I have no word at all,
As failure
In my vocabulary;
One cannot call your
Not being able
To do a thing a failure;
The person must wait
Until you admit it is.
What many people call
Is often an opportunity
To revise a chosen method,
Slow down,
Change course,
Or sit and wait;
It might be what
Will enable you to rise
Even higher,
To where you want to go.
In common parlance
We call it
A stepping-stone.
As long as I live,
I don’t have failures;
I have stepping-stones.
I step on them,
I will step on them,
To my promised land.
That is why I boldly,
And confidently say
My search continues;
Your search should continue;
I will never quit.
Let the sky be dark,
With clouds hanging darkly
Over my head;
I will not kill my hope.

Enduring love

Gone back full circle,
Fully back to square one,
Started again to search
For someone to love me;
Once, I was loved;
I could feel in my bones;
And touch it with my hands;
It was real, not fake;
Solid and fully alive;
And so much I enjoyed it;
And was happy for that;
Truly fulfilled, I was;
But for quite a while,
That love has evaporated;
She herself told me so;
That she’s lost steam;
And, indeed, I see it so;
Her heart suddenly gone;
Flown away from me
And landed on another;
Who gives her the love
She wants;
And now I am in the cold;
Hungry for love;
Needing someone to love;
Who will hold me
As she used to do;
And whisper love in my ears;
But what can I do?
Life has its realities;
There are things we like
And things we don’t;
Things we can do nothing
To change;
You cannot open a heart,
And pour love into it;
It’s not a pot to fill;
Love comes from within;
It’s the decision
Of the one who loves;
Love’s like fleeting snow;
Here today, gone tomorrow;
I will be strong,
And know that’s life;
We may be rich or poor;
We may be happy or sad;
Loved or not loved;
The world will move on;
It will not stop moving;
Thank God for everything;
Weather big or small;
All is God’s will,
We labour in vain
To change his will.
If your dearest leaves you,
Take it with courage;
And let life continue;
It’s God’s will for you;
He himself will never
Leave you.
His is enduring love.

Keep on running

You cannot stop;
You don’t have to stop;
How can you stop?
You can’t,
When you have not found;
You have to keep on going;
Keep on seeking;
Keep on asking
And knocking;
Keep on searching
Till you find.
Keep on running;
You haven’t arrived;
That is what the winners know;
That is what they do;
If you stop searching,
Your journey ends;
Then you can say
“I have failed “
Who wants to pronounce
Those words?
We all want to succeed,
Not to fail;
So the road is clear;
The road is straight;
No deviation;
Keep on going;
Keep on searching till you find.
Keep on running
Till you arrive.
We call it persistence;
Dont stop;
Dont quit;
The race is not over
Till you reach the winning point.

Searching for my missing Heart

My heart is missing;
Now, I live
Without a heart;
Who has seen
My missing heart?
My lost but unfound
Where are you,
How can I live
Without you?
I never heard
That anyone lived
Their heart;
So, please,
You come back
To me, wherever you are.
I want to live.
And so want you back;
My missing heart,
I want back.

Crazy search for money

This search for money
That is so crazy;
Craziest search I know;
All go for it,
As they were all mad;
And why is it so?
Everyone’s crazy?
In search of money?
What is this money?
With so much power!
Everybody wants it;
And can kill for it;
Money, money, money!
Money, riches, wealth.
Can make somebody mad;
One has to be careful,
Lest one becomes crazy,
Just because of money;
Which ends in vanity;
Watch out!
Be careful!
Don’t become crazy,
Because of money.
Money is not life;
Money is not final;
It is love that is final.
No crazy search for money.

I will do all to find you

Why are you so hard to come?
I am talking to you, Success;
I have been seeking you
For such a long time,
Yet, I have not found you;
Why are you so slippery?
So difficult to find;
Why are you like this?
What am I to do?
Do I keep searching for you?
Or I call it quits?
To call it quits means
To say I have failed;
I am not ready for that;
I am not going to fail;
I will find you;
You are hard to find,
But I will find you;
I will not stop searching
Till I find you.
That is my resolution.
I will do all to find you.