The Silent Sanctuary Poem by Pushp Sirohi

The world is loud, a frantic storm of sound,
But here, in the quiet, our own truth is found.
No jagged edges, no ghosts in the hall,
Just the soft, steady rhythm of answering the call.

It isn't a fire that burns till it's thin,
It's the warmth of the hearth kept deep within.
A love that's a mountain, ancient and still,
Bending the shadows to the strength of our will.

Through the corridors of time and the dust of the years,
There's a peace in this bond that outlasts all fears.
I'll walk through the dark, but I walk with a light—
The one that you carry through the heart of the night.

No need for the struggle, no need for the plea,
Just the calm of the depths, like the floor of the sea.
Deep as the roots of an old, sacred tree,
You are the anchor, and the home within me.