With a striking smile, he dazed into my stride.
With a dazzling nod, he cast my walls aside.
The ride to heaven felt like a dance between souls.
Where the world stopped when our eyes interlocked, not knowing what was our goal

A rite of passage, one might say, as I pondered over the thoughts that might embrace his mind.
Did he also leave a piece of his curiosity in the missing piece of the puzzle behind?Was I a passing folly that embezzled through the passing trance of time?
Or did he mean the syllables that left his hind

I shared a piece of my soul, 
Afraid I might say too much, reveal the depth that lies inside
Of the scars that the lovers left when all I did was stand in my truth beside

I am weary of all the forgery that in its false luster shine
Yet in their time of testimony, leave their commitment below the line
I hope if we ever meet again, may we only cross paths if his heart is true.

When he meets me, his smile truly hides no malice behind his sinew.
And if he sincerely meets me at the depth of my art, where I seek redemption in my poetry
He will find a trace of my soul no one else can find in me.
If we may.

May our fates intertwine only if there is genuineness in our stride.
May we only find each other if my heart feels at peace with him beside.

-Hridya Sharma 

@theserenestories