A Thousands Lifetimes of You

By Anish Kumar

In sleep’s hush where truth breathes raw,

I wandered halls I’ve walked before –

In lifetimes layered, bruised by sin,

Where light was faint, yet burned within.

I saw my heart – not red , but worn,

Tattered from the wrongs I’ve borne.

Each beat – an echo, cracked and bent,

Each joy – too brief, each mercy – spent.

I lived in shades of pain and fire,

Fed by weakness, lost desire.

I cheated fate, I broke what’s true,

I hurt what only meant to soothe.

But still – she came.

Nor fierce with fire, nor cold with blame,

But calm… like dawn that knows my name.

She did not ask the reasons why,

She touched my heart – and let me cry.

Her love, not loud – it did not scream,

It hummed beneath the hardest dream.

Like medicine in poisoned veins,

It healed my heart through lifetimes’ chains.

No matter who I chose to be,

No matter what I failed to see –

Her love remained. A silent prayer,

A pulse beneath despair’s cold air.

For hers was not a lover’s claim –

It bore the weight of sacred flame.

It knew my soul before my name.

It saw the storm – and loved the same.

And so I weep not just in pain,

But in awe that such love still remain.

Where karma falters, where time forgets,

She walks – my grace, with no regrets.

A vow not made in temple halls,

But etched within my spirit’s walls.

Where I go dark, Where I deceive –

She stays, and teaches me to breathe.

O love – if these dreams are true,

Then all I am is bound to you.

Not chained by fear, nor fate’s demand,

But held by your forgiving hand.

So when this world breaks me apart,

Let your love remain – the core of my heart.

By Anish Kumar