By Kalyani Warrier
Can I savour those moments
As pure agony and writhe leave,
In the presence of your touch,
And the warmth of your words,
Taking abode in me as you soften my core with your voice?
Can I savour those moments
In times of hopelessness,
As you reach out to my brokenness
To stitch those cracks of silent shrieks,
To lift me up from the rubble?
Can I savour those moments
When you pulled me out,
Of my despair
That routined in reality,
As I had determined to doom, to upheave?
Can I finally savour those moments
Of eventual happiness,
As you lead me by hand,
To repair the shell of brokenness
That brought me to unknown healing?
By Kalyani Warrier
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