By Akhil Kurian
To be the one, is my yearning,
Offering by the force,
Blessed am I, so are you,
For marvel named life,
Acceptance and thanksgiving,
Live in grace, return thy gift.
To be the one, is my yearning,
Depression they say, hoax it is,
Mere absence of high spirits,
Reach the spirits, flown away,
Seek moments, the little ones,
For in them, hides your virtue.
To be the one, is my yearning,
Hours you can’t reckon,
Tiny, fair or infinity square,
Fulfil utmost craves,
Numero uno you are,
In your little sphere.
To be the one, is my yearning,
In your grin, gratitude, kindness,
In your beloved circle,
In battles won over thy fears,
Peekaboos and in inane babbles,
Lies the box of chocolates.
To be the one, is my yearning,
In granny’s tales, dada’s arms,
Grandpa’s lap, mamma’s kisses,
In a legion of unseen spaces,
Sleeps merriness, in tranquil,
Discern it, embrace it, hold it.
To be the one, is my yearning,
And me, the me within,
The happiness seeker,
Finding my way through,
The paths traversed, the serene woods,
In my pursuit, to be the one,
The happiest Soul.