Stella Nova

I tapped into the hollownessMy heart feelsHoping to hear The echoes Of laughter We once sharedI dived in the voidMy heart feelsHoping to see flashes of dreamsWe once weaved Only to get trappedin a bottomless pitWhile an all consumingBlack holeQuaffed my existenceIt left behindA semblance ofWho I used to be Even thoughShattered into a million

Burning tower

The tug of warBetween mind and heartLeaves the soulNaked and exposedSome call itDark night of the soulWhile others may sayIt is death of egoFrom the ashes of thisBurning towerA new you is bornEmbosomed with an old soulWho dies a thousand deaths Yet takes a thousand rebirthsIn one lifetime © Sakshi Gangwani

Hermit mode

A broken heart can be healedBut the fear of falling apartKeeps it in hermit modeIn the safety of cocoonWhere it undergoes Emotional metamorphosis To strengthen every weak muscleThat was torn before © Sakshi Gangwani

Benign heart

His benign heart And gentleness of his words Was a balm to her soul But on days they share smiles Is the time when Past wounds disappear Such is their love Which doesn’t fit in the template Defined by the rest of the world © Sakshi Gangwani

Defying odds

Every rock every boulder Every hurdle Blocking the path That lay between them Becomes insignificant When his silhouette appears On the other side With open arms And in moments such as these She wants nothing more But to melt in that embrace Forgetting the existence Of everything else Her heart longs for his warmth So

Intertwined

He wasn’t a thing of her past Nor does she know What future holds But if life gives them a chance She’d walk up to him And clasp their hands With fingers intertwined Knowing they’d fit like a glove Sharing their warmth She’d whisper in his ears You are my today and my everyday It

Depth of Love

His presence was the reason For her to find strength To resurrect He to her meant What hope means To the rest of the world She may not know How to define the depth of love But she has survived Defying the quandaries of life Because of the vigour She guzzled in the Presence of

Preeminent

Amidst the turmoil of life Even though quandaries arise They may have different standpoints But a few things Stood the test of time He was her reason to smile A wiz who weaved The world of dreams They called their own He was her hope Whose presence kept The flame of love alive And that

Sautoir

Every drop that spills From his heart so full of love That it overflows Is a precious little pearl She caches To bead a Sautoir Which she adorns And keeps close to her heart For on days of his absence When her heart longs for His presence She could touch and feel His warmth ©

Unspoken fears

He through his word play In copious ways often referred to her As an anchor to his soul Making her love herself A tad bit more But his unspoken fears made him look past her As if her existence Is of no relevance The wariness of thoughts Wounded her heart For sometimes she’d occupy A