A Vishu Beyond Us

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 why the anger? Why the pride?

Why hold the hurt we carry inside?

Why not speak love while we still can,

Why not lift hearts, hand in hand?


Be simple. Be kind. Let go. Forgive.

That’s the only way to truly live.

This Vishu, light the lamp not just in your home,

But in someone’s soul who feels alone.


Because in the end, what remains is this —

The love we gave, the lives we kissed.


Daya Nair ✨

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