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Gauri Pachauri Poem
Scars are better –
Better than the unseen wounds,
That penetrates deep down my heart
And make me a sour person,
Which I wasn't,
Scars are better than the incurable pain,
Those unseen daggers carved onto me,
SCARS are better-
Much better as they may be cured,
But this grief, this loss, not at all,
These can fade-
But the wounds that penetrate deep down,
Can never be cured,
Can never be cured-
That breaks the myth of being left alone,
Encouraging the Idea –
To Embrace the Void, The VOID that we still hold…
Copyright © Gauri Pachauri | Year Posted 2026
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Gauri Pachauri Poem
He is my poetry in one single line,
He is the sun who glows up every morning of mine,
He is my moon that brightens every night of mine,
He is my bliss of solitude that makes silence feel alive,
He is my colour when I draw any sketch of mine,
He is the words of the love letters which I am yet to write,
He is the wish in every prayer of mine,
He is the endless novel in this life of mine,
I wonder if he might ever know that he is my poetry in every,
In every single line...
If I were to tell him, will he be mine?
Or I'll lose him for the rest of my life,
Or I'll lose him for the rest of my life…
Will we be friends even if he rejects this love of mine?
Or I'll lose his friendship for the rest of my life,
Will I be able to make his family mine-
Or I'll lose him for the sake of mine,
Will I be able to make his siblings mine-
Or I'll lose him for the sake of mine,
Or this story will end just like this poem of mine...
I wonder if he might ever know that he is my poetry in every,
In every single line...
Copyright © Gauri Pachauri | Year Posted 2026
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