My Identity




It is as if the world was different yesterday, 
there was darkness, pain and chaos, 
people were uncaring if not ruthless. 

And then, you came in my life -

Everything changed. 
The world made sense, 
life became colorful, 
the pain was gone and the chaos stopped. 
People did not change much 
but my perspective did
and I cared less and less 
about who treated me how. 

All that mattered to me was 
you were there with me, holding my hand. 
The circle of your arms defines my entire world. 
Our hearts beating together is, for me, 
the only meaning of life 
and the love expressed as we kiss, 
the only truth that matters. 

When I am with you, 
it seems as if I cease to exist as a person; 
I become a part of you. 
You become my identity.

Books by Arti Honrao

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