The One
Unrequited. Affliction. Infinite pursuit of bliss,
Wrecked lusting after the fervor of the first kiss.
My sole companion - dreaded solitude.
Chimeras unfulfilled; Save the gratitude -
For The One that is to come they say,
The lingering sympathy is their sole deed to pay.
Envisage into your holistic existence
A forbearing, everlasting presence.
Promise of a being that nourishes -
The One erases all antecedent blemishes,
Leaves you with happiness abound
Naught but serenity and mirth is heard aloud.
But The One never arrives.
Is he lost? Behind obscurity why does he hide?
Perfection is never sought; only complied -
Is that my flaws he amend or hold with pride.
And fulfill my thirst for colloquy with eternal abate,
As dawn turns to dusk; night into day does it fade.
A wordless zealous prayer is spoken,
A soul that is enduringly crushed by societal burden;
Queries as to why essentialism to it is denied,
But for others, it has been the conventional guide.
The soul, it’s fragile strings had been entwined
With the labyrinth, yet the search turns out blind.
Fading away from the oblivion, despair wistfully persists
Vanity vanishes, the incessant heart now resists -
The company it had previously coveted profoundly
In the wake of defeat, it now rests soundly.
For The One, so meticulously imagined and created
Was just a figment of fantasy that was once sated.
Unrequited. Affliction. Infinite pursuit of bliss,
Wrecked lusting after the fervor of the first kiss.
My sole companion - dreaded solitude.
Chimeras unfulfilled; Save the gratitude -
For The One that is to come they say,
The lingering sympathy is their sole deed to pay.
Envisage into your holistic existence
A forbearing, everlasting presence.
Promise of a being that nourishes -
The One erases all antecedent blemishes,
Leaves you with happiness abound
Naught but serenity and mirth is heard aloud.
But The One never arrives.
Is he lost? Behind obscurity why does he hide?
Perfection is never sought; only complied -
Is that my flaws he amend or hold with pride.
And fulfill my thirst for colloquy with eternal abate,
As dawn turns to dusk; night into day does it fade.
A wordless zealous prayer is spoken,
A soul that is enduringly crushed by societal burden;
Queries as to why essentialism to it is denied,
But for others, it has been the conventional guide.
The soul, it’s fragile strings had been entwined
With the labyrinth, yet the search turns out blind.
Fading away from the oblivion, despair wistfully persists
Vanity vanishes, the incessant heart now resists -
The company it had previously coveted profoundly
In the wake of defeat, it now rests soundly.
For The One, so meticulously imagined and created
Was just a figment of fantasy that was once sated.
