The Sentence That Became a Heartbeat Age had slowed us down. A routine medical consultation had brought us to a reputed multi-speciality hospital in Kochi. The place carried a strange mix of warmth and restraint – soft lighting, polished stone floors, quiet footsteps, and the steady hum of air-conditioning. Nurses moved calmly, tablets in hand. […]
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Where Love Learned To Wait I was never taught the art of hiding.Not love –it flowed from me like oil from a lit lamp,meant only to give light. Not sorrow-it settled in me like morning mist,thin, patient, and faithful. And never your name,which rose within methe way temple bells rise at dawn –not to announce,not
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Seven Quiet Colours of Goodbye I hear you speak of a life braided with many turnings,Like a river splitting into countless arms,While my heart has learned only one narrow path,A pilgrim’s road worn down by hope,Ending where your name once glowed,And now grows dim. You turn away from one more dawn with me.So let me
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When The Sun Is Still Ours Life is a fragile lamp, glowing on borrowed oil,Each sunrise a gift, wrapped in gold and silence.Tomorrow is a door that may never open,So drink this hour like dew before it fades.
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To Smell The Flowers I am here for only a breath of eternity.I walk without hurry, without a heavy heart.Again and again, I let my soul bend low,To breathe in flowers and linger in beauty.
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Grace of Tears Tears dropped from my eyes when my heart could carry no more,Like rain released when the sky bows to grace.In that sacred falling, sorrow was washed clean,And my heart learned to breathe in quiet light.
The Place I Was Afraid To Go I stand before the cave I fear to enter, dark as a sealed night, My fear clings to me like cold mist on stone. Yet the treasure I seek glows within, like dawn sealed inside the earth, And stepping in feels like a door swinging open, letting my
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Age And Life A girl once asked me quietly, “What is the difference between age and life?” I found an answer not in books, But in the way the heart keeps time. The hours lived without those we love Are counted only as age, passing and pale. But every moment spent holding loved ones close,
After the Flame I know my name will fade, like footprints in rain, Like smoke thinning once the flame is gone. So why should I dress my life for passing eyes? I choose to live like the sun, true, burning, my own.
Where My Storms Do Not Wet Others My troubles fall like rain on borrowed roofs,Strangers pass by, staying dry, untouched by a drop.I see smiles like fields drinking another’s storm,So I carry my thunder in silence, vast as the sky.
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