Beautiful Scars

the secrets in hearts longed for the door,

the door to the light of every fires we built,

she had a sacred fire which burnt my rage and pain,

she asked me to flay my heart exposing her to the chaos,

i believed not the divinity of caressed wounds

but they made the most beautiful scars,

i would sail through seven seas just to feel her warmth

for it felt like i belonged there even before the atoms lived,

and when we lay, skin to skin, breathing

my soul sees something my mind cannot,

her thousand bruises waiting to be kissed!

-Himanshu