Wings2Fly

Last Vishu came with a quiet change, The silence in Amma felt so strange. No bubbling pots, no joyful calls, Just stillness echoing through the walls. We didn’t know — how could we see? Her mind was waging war silently. Aggressive myeloma — a thief in disguise, Stealing the sparkle from her eyes. That was her last Vishu here with us, No goodbyes, no warning, no fuss. And now again, the season turns, But without her, the lamp barely burns. Her dearest brother, her heart’s delight, Joined her in the eternal light. I wonder if they’ve found each other, Sister and soul-tied younger brother. Perhaps they’re laughing where time won’t end, No pain to fight, no wounds to mend. And we, down here, just try to cope — With memories, love, and a thread of hope. This life — it isn’t ours to keep, It slips away like twilight’s sweep. We plan, we worry, we strive for more, While the universe holds the unseen door. We cling to control, but it’s just a thread, For tomorrow belongs to no one’s head. So w...

 They say— “Manifest it. Visualise. Feel it close.” But how do I manifest a hug that held me before I knew what fear was? How do I visualise a voice that once called my name like a lullaby? If Amma were here, the storms would hush, Her silence louder than any rush. No trembling nights, no aching dawn— Her voice alone could lead me on. If Amma were here… Would I have broken this way? Would I still search for courage when her eyes used to hand it to me without words? It’s been two years and seven moons passed but in pain, the clock turns back. In turbulence, her absence screams louder, like silence pressing against my chest. I miss the calls, the touch, the cheer— The world feels colder year by year. But in my soul, she softly stays, Guiding me through my darkest days. So when I stumble, lost or low, I close my eyes, and let her flow— In breath, in breeze, in sky above— Wrapped in her eternal love. This is love— not of light and universe magic, but of roots that once held us steady. ...