Were I complete,
Or I am becoming one,
Did I needed someone,
Or I never do.
The concept of becoming one,
From two different soul,
Now looks like a hypothesis,
Untested, un-verified and un-overhauled.
The memories, the feelings, the thoughts,
Which seemed complete,
Now are blurr, vague,
Broken into pieces, torn into snippets,
Were searching someone,
Who would join my broken puzzle,
And Make it a clear picture.
But, What if it isn’t a puzzle,
Just random seeds sown into my life,
Needed a little water or just a drizzle.
We are born alone, we die alone,
We make friends, we make partners,
But the journey is travelled by oneself only.
Make a journey worth memorable,
Because it comes only once,
And if lived rightly,
Once is enough.
Trying to write for myself as advised by a sweet friend.