Are You My One? - Poem by Suraj Samtani
Are you that whom I've been looking for?
Are you that whom I've longed for?
Are you that whom I've lived for?
Are you really the one?
Are you that one?
Are you just my one?
Why did I meet you?
Why am I inclined towards you?
Why do I feel for you?
Why do you seem like the one?
Why, and how do you seem like that one?
Why, how, and when did you become my one?
Are you the satiation to my hungriness?
Are you the coloration to my blankness?
Are you the companion to my loneliness?
Are you that with whom my mind can telepathize?
Are you that towards whom my heart can gravitize?
Are you that in whom my soul can actualize?
Will you continue to be that?
Will you really be just that?
Will you always be just that?
Will I always perceive you as that?
Will I always treasure you as that?
Will I always appreciate you as that?
My heart beats profusely.
My mind wonders recklessly.
My soul searches innocently.
My self-reflection is clouded.
My introspection is interrupted.
My direction is stunted.
If you are the one I wish you'd indicate.
If you are the one I wish you'd reciprocate.
If you are the one I wish you'd radiate.
If you are the one I wish we'd unite.
If you are the one I wish we'd live in delight.
If you are the one I wish we'd merge with white.
In the midst of my fantasies, I seek reality.
In the midst of my anxieties, I seek clarity
In the midst of my calamities, I seek serenity
In the midst of my passion, I seek sanity.
In the midst of my ostracization, I seek solidarity.
In the midst of my victimization, I seek sympathy.
What if you're not that one?
What if you're not the one?
What if you're not my one?
What if someone else is the one?
What if I have more than one?
What if I end up with no one?
Will such futures nullify my present feelings?
Will such feelings equate to mere nothings?
Will such nothings be my life's only greetings?
Will I ever surrender such superstitions?
Will I ever escape such hallucinations?
Will I ever achieve such graduations?
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