Love and Loss

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Tue Mar 10 2026

An identity once staked in the hollows of time.
They were the wind; whispers and storms.
They roamed the lands of pain and hope;
Breathed life into leaves once fallen still.

Today felt endless in its becoming.
Each leap a dance that doubt didn't see.
Tomorrow leaned in, with fervent ears;
Long she brewed for truth from love.

One short breath and the rustling fell
An echo slips to memories deep.
Oceans quietened, eagles mourned;
Colorless beats; peace a chore.
A penguin returns his stone to sea.

What now? Why? And surely how
does he find north these cloudy nights?
A search for another perfect sand
Or a fated trace of fading steps
To find his sun in a fallen shell?