Comfort

By Vighnesh Anil

What is comfort?

Is it a place? A person?

Or a feeling?

Or maybe all of them?

The feeling, which entices us all.

The feeling, which some chase,

Yet some loathe.

Overlooked, yet missed by all.

Oh, to have comfort.

The feeling when they hold your hand,

When they hold you close.

The feeling when you close your eyes,

With a day's sigh.

Still comfort lies in endless endeavors.

Oh, to have comfort.

But can we have it all?

There is also comfort

In not having it all.

There is comfort in letting go.

There is comfort,

In places never foreseen.

Comfort presents itself if

And only if you start looking for it,

In the strangest of places.

By Vighnesh Anil