You search the world,
Looking for love.
rummaging through countries
as if they're ikea drawers
and almaris that hold the
warmth  of your
mothers banarasi sarees;
this is a race against time
And you wouldn't know
what to do
if the clock defeats love
because they told you
all else fades
But love doesn't.

So you draw parallels
between potential significant others
and sit com characters
because eventually
people are people
and you will eventually find
someone who is wiling
to show up.(?)
The odds , the chances
and the probabilities are on your side -
you can get a little lazy,
a little less precise and stop squinting,
you’ll see whole people
are rough and rugged and soft and squishy
and the bits that feel incomplete
for now, you’ll be gracious and complete them
Because you promised to be less stringy
and this is a good thing
(&you decided you’re worthy of good things)

You look for love all over,
Only to find it where you
first stumbled into it,
engulfed by home or the feeling of it
you were willing to break your tongue
to learn it's language.