- Aastha Sangtani
You are my solace in the storm,
The hush beneath a world deformed.
The tether in my every toss,
My grace in grief, my gain in loss.
The breath I clutch when shadows
near,
A whispered “yes,” the stars still hear.
The honey laced with a bitter taste,
The golden thread I can’t replace.
My lullaby from silent strings,
The moonlight was soft on midnight
wings.
A bloom in frost, a sacred tune,
My sun that rises past the moon.
You are the calm within my ache,
The gleam I find when pieces break.
A quiet cure with hands unseen,
The pulse that flows through what has
been.
Not merely love – you are divine,
A living verse, a sacred sign.
If I’m the sky, then you’re my hue,
The rarest shade of ever-true you.
