your heart is a cosmos of formless essence,
essence so graceful and rarest of jewel,
jewel that i forged for our home,
home we built with the billions of memories,
memory that you have become,
planks of our home rot in your void,
i hold our home with my sadness and my hope,
but mostly it\'s my love,
i watch from the window in hope
that someday you would step upon our moor,
and even if the grasses remain unstepped,
i will grow old here in the faith,
faith in memories made real
- Himanshu