Never Truly Lost

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Tue Mar 10 2026

And the blinds are drawn to unleash the light.
But I’m not sure if it’s touching me or just the room.
It lights old corners blessed in dust,
Of forgotten notes and priceless leaves.

Someone braver lived here once,
Someone who hoped. He who dared.
He carries too much to truly be;
Strewn books, black mirrors, and songless keys.

Our ink pen gleams; the cosmic connector
Of all that was and all that can be --
To birth life and love out of nothingness.
It hovers above the page like a compass unsure of North,
My hand, none the wiser in bridging the tales of these lives.

I must hurry now. The sunset is near;
I mustn't trust the ways that appear in dark.
But if the night shall fall to hide my bridge
I will wait for the songs of my kin, and walk.