BECOME A PUBLISHED AUTHOR
By: Sathvika Sarnath
Sathvika Sarnath is a first-year student and emerging poet based in Bengaluru. She writes about longing, connection, identity, and the quiet contradictions of everyday life, using poetry to explore thoughts and emotions that are difficult to articulate otherwise.
I grew up hearing about you
How accomplished, caring, wonderful you were.
Your warmth, your grace, your beautiful face
I know it all, don’t I?
I search my mind for our memories
Only to find not nearly as much as I thought we shared.
I see little fragments here and there,
Perhaps enough to prove that you cared.
I wonder: at what point did missing turn to longing?
What good is affection without connection?
You were the puzzle piece I never found,
So I created one without you
Without your love, without your sound.
And yet, fragments of you still haunt me,
Like glass inside my shoes.
But I would gladly bear the pain,
Because that’s all I have left of you:
Shards of something broken and faded,
But never truly gone.
And yet, despite the ache of it all,
Life moves on.
