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Unrequited Light

Nov 21, 2024
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By Sarthak Bharti


In starlit stage, where your spirit resides with ethereal ease,

A love so pure, it's like the symphony of the sea.

Whispering in hushed tones, casting shadows on the wall,

Drawing me closer with every silent call.


Your soul tells tales with a gentle, knowing glance,

A tapestry of devotion, woven in a sacred sway,

Your image etched upon my heart, forever to stay,

A love that needs no words, only the rise and fall, of the heart’s eternal call.


Beneath a velvet sky, where starlight gleams,

My heart flies towards you, fueled by love's sweet dreams. 

Though unrequited, it burns with fiery grace, 

A love that fills my soul, a radiant embrace.


Eternities may come, eternities may go, 

But this love, a constant, a story yet untold. 

A force that shakes the heavens, a primal, untamed fire, 

Burning bright forever, fueled by a heart's desire.


No matter where the universe may take us,

This unseen whippy thread between us, it will never forsake us. 

For you, are my eternal flame,

I'll love you always, through joy and pain. 


Let the heavens bear witness to this truth, 

A love that knows no bounds of age or youth. 

A love that whispers secrets, beyond human knowing,

A love that will outlast the stars, forever glowing.


For this is a never ending story that whispers secrets untold, 

Surpassing human knowing, a story to unfold,

You, my whispered secret, a longing in my soul's embrace, 

My love for you, a love I'll forever keep, a love that time can't erase.


By Sarthak Bharti


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