(The Spark)
Two souls collide, in crowded halls,
Strange, yet somehow,it felt home.
Strangers pass, in their silk shawls,
And just like that, I wrote you in all of my poems.
(The Starting Point)
Twin flames ignite,
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Over burnt coffee,
Did I get awarded a Trophy?
(Rural Escape)
Bustling crowds,
devoid us of peaceful shrouds.
Empty roads, simplicity calls,
We drive away from the city.
(First Cracks)
Love grows,
our guard blows.
Souls bare,
Chances of a scar,
Oh! So very rare.
But all fate does is wait and stare.
(Boiling point)
Wine-spilled on the rug,
Shards of glass on the oakwood floor.
Why my hands once so snug,did you pull away?
My boat sunk, before it reached to your shore.
(Shattered)
I’m awaken with dread,
Pounding nails in my head.
Lost my home, to love’s cruel claim,
Everything is gone, what a shame.
(kintsugi)
Flames subside,
Pain resides.
A new dawn breaks, A New Hope.
A brand new day.
This poem explores the journey of love, tracing its natural cycle from the first encounter between two strangers to the deep connection they forge. It captures the initial spark, the excitement of shared experiences, and the quiet unraveling that leads to inevitable fractures. As emotions intensify, misunderstandings surface, culminating in heartbreak. However, the poem ultimately embraces the idea of healing and renewal, illustrating how love, though fragile, leaves behind lessons and the strength to move forward.
