“With You, Muma”
It’s one of those quiet, aching days,
Where the world moves on, but my heart stays—
Stays in the living room
where you laid awake.
I imagine your hand, soft in mine,
The way your love never asked for time.
You saw me—not just who I was,
But all I could be, with gentle applause.
No one will ever truly know
How much your presence meant to me.
There are no words, no grand display,
To hold the love you planted deep within me.
Not even time—this full, aching year—
Could dim the light you left behind.
For what I feel is beyond all measure,
No act, no phrase, could ever define.
The world has moved, the seasons passed,
But in my soul, you gently stay.
And though you’re gone from touch and sight,
You live in me—in every way.
I wonder how warm I would have felt,
With you beside me, like snow that melts—
All my doubts, all my fear,
Fading when you were near.
Your absence is a silent sound,
A presence still so deeply found.
And though you’re far in skies above,
You left me wrapped in endless love.
So I’ll close my eyes and breathe you in—
The warmth, the calm, the quiet grin.
You may be gone from sight and touch,
But in my heart—you’re still so much.
-H.
-
I guess the process of grieving
is addictive
because while you mourn over the
loss of your loved one,
you actually end up reliving the moments that hold dear for you
which does not devastate you anymore
as you constantly feel their presence around you..
-h.-
Roses ;
invariably seem bewitching even when it is crushed between the pages of novels. Likewise no matter how perfectly flawed something might often be, it will always seem imperfectly perfect to that pair of eyes in which beauty beholds it..
-H.-
Shackled by customs
of society,
resulting in ruptured
self-identity.
Ergo,
a mere product of
morphed puppetry.
-H.-
we long to be
u n d e r s t o o d
every single time
though time and again,
we are led to believe so,
yet - are in fact,
deliberately
f o o l e d.
-H.-
Youth
only comes once in our journey called life.
It is like the games we used to play when we were five,
Young, wild and free,
eager to see
the beauty and innocence of life
Experience
is what we achieve as we look behind us
after relishing the moments of glory,
correcting the mistakes with a humble sorry
Youth
is like the gem of our l i f e.
Cherish it while we can as
only in our youth
can we set out our wings
and learn how to l i v e
Only in our youth
can we experience the joy of living
as we continue embracing -
A world of changes.
-H.-
to be strong
and to carry on -
especially when you've held yourself for so long
despite stumbling upon the path of pricks all along
has made you so withdrawn that you actually wonder where you really belong.
-H.-
the rush of ecstasy as millions of butterflies fluttering
is now replaced with one gigantic knot of agony,
as time and again, letting down my walls
proved to bring forth nothing but pitfalls..
-H.-
at times, solitude
is a sweet savoury
for it soothes the sufferings
of this sphere,
somehow fleeing us
from the stifled cries..
-H.-
நீ - வானவில்லின் வண்ணங்களில் இருந்து எடுக்கப்பட்ட ஒரு படைப்பு,
பல இரவுகளின் மதிப்புள்ள எழுத்துக்களின் அத்தியாயம், நீ ;
கோடிக்கணக்கான கூட்டத்திலும் நான் பார்க்க ஆசைப்படும் முகம், நீ;
என் பகுத்தறிவு இல்லாமல் தானாகவே ஆழமடைகின்றன,
உனக்கான என் உணர்வுகள்...
-H.-