Is there a kind war?
happy dying star?
Isn't love without sacrifice-
a rose devoid of scent?

A deep realization,
that perfection is the
fragrance of resonating hearts-
can sustain bond; love would burn
even in times of intense pain,
then we would forget,
anything that would come between.

When I began the walk, down the path of life,
you joined hands without knowing what to ask,
what is that awaits us, how would we  know,
taking your hand, I vowed,
everything is for you till the end,

The winds may change,
the path could be strewn with thorns,
fraught with adversities,
in this journey we may falter, even fall,

I know this in my heart,
still you'd whisper soft:
"we were united by sacrificial fire
how could we ever separate?"
a Vedic right passed on to us
through millennia, we still embrace,
Can just a chant be that magical,
make hearts meld together?

Am I limiting my chances , of pain
by putting a blind on your eyes?
Even if I tell that you won't take it
not even  for a moment.

*Every time your eyes flood,
your lips tremble like dragon flies,
a stab in my heart I feel, it bleeds,
I hold your hand,tight
I hear my lips whisper
" Sacrificial Fire is our witness"