Dying To Be You Poem by Suraj Samtani

The news of your disease left me so helpless,

That my senses motioned to numbness.



Yet you seemed so calm.

You actually consoled me like balm.





Should I have been excited by your exaggeratedly encouraging euphemisms, or

Should I have been saddened by your superbly suppressed skepticisms?



Were you really aware of your scene's gravity, or

Were you purposely choosing to live a different reality?





By all standards you were seriously unwell.

Your heavenly soul was in a body of hell.



Even the Gods in their human form surrendered,

But amazingly you were still not flustered.





Amidst adversity optimism became your mantra, as

You meditated even more on your every chakra.



Like being illuminated by the sun amidst the rain,

You became truly enlightened amidst your pain.





From the rain how did you see a rainbow?

What drove you to pursue such a stale show?



What were you aware of that we weren't?

Was there something special that you learnt?





Did you know what was to be?

Beyond the tunnel could you see?



Is there light after darkness?

Is there union with oneness?





Unknownst unto whether to celebrate or lament,

I froze afore the dexterity of the moment.



There was nothing I could do,

Except have fate to rue.





For you do tell me how to be there, &

Yet live as if life is fair.



I fear my mind may be as sick as your body,

As I remain awestruck by this life's awful parody.





Since seeing you so victimized by life,

I've often yearned to reverse that knife.



Alas, I now trust your intuition knows best,

As I muster enough zest to surrender the rest.