She Was More Than Light

Who would gaze at the moon when her face held all the light? Even the stars seemed unnecessary when she stood still in the night. And who would listen to waves when her laughter sounded like home? The ocean forgot its voice the moment she smiled. She wasn’t just beautiful — she was peace in human form, like the ghats of Banaras where broken hearts quietly drown without needing to scream. Around her, people remembered who they once were. And before her, I forgot who I was. How does one not melt in the warmth of someone so effortlessly kind? She didn’t try to save me — she just stood there, and I burned so gently I almost called it love. She came like poetry with no warning. And left like silence that never ends.