On a dark evening in a speeding train.

-Lonely train rides-

Roles are reversed; Tears are rehearsed

Traipsing alone in the dark,

My existence continues but life is not in verse.

Why this loneliness in my shriveled heart?

Like an anchor in water immersed,

sinking deeper spiraling into despair..

my body and soul incessantly bleed,

unfulfilled by it's only need.

..My dear are we not a pair?

My call won't you heed?

And so....it begins. In search of love.

After a hectic day of first finding out that my flight was a day earlier than what i initially thought (i thought it 1155 when it was actually 0055), i was soon on my way. 3 flights, 2 stops, 1 final destination, many miles. Different people, different languages.

Among the alien languages to me, i understand but one; the language of love.

The irony isn't lost on me. I traverse far and long in search of love. And this journey across seas shows it's love to me. Lovingly perched beside a dubai-bound family with a crying kid in its ranks causing me short-term insomnia. They compensate by teaching me love for a child, and an impatient one at that, constantly reaching for her 'shrek' toy. Love in it's purest form of affectionn, care and hope for well-being. Families of various colour speak seperate tongues, and all convey love. The irony is that it is the very love that i craved, that i shall not yet find. But i will continue to search.