Anchor

Storm clouds gathered on every front,
Waging a war on every name,
Claiming blood before life stood a chance,
Carving defeat in its sheath.

Betrayals loomed in every horizon,
Spitting hail in every direction,
That life stretched on empty air –
Broken promises and tears.

Amidst them all- a name clanged,
Across the seven seas,
Whispering of prayers unheard,
And new beginning undreamt of.

Anchored I became by your tug,
Pulling my wayward soul hither,
Every day turning into a dawn I dared,
Seeking a home in you.

3 years passed by and we stand tall,
Defying the world that burnt us,
Carving a solace in you –
That I dare call my own?

Broken hopes turned to promises,
Disbelief into wonder –
And every day into a dream,
I never thought I could own.

My heart beats for you –
Echoing of a warmth –
That feels, smells like home
And you.

I was buried six feet under now,
But now I live –
With the love you give,
In every message. Every call –
And every text that ends in unspoken emotions.

Poem by Dinali Jayathma,
BA English (Hons)