Primal Being

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Thu Mar 12 2026

Beauty is raw power.
You forget the freezing winds numbing your body.
You forget the burning anxieties smoking up your soul.
The trained pathways of analytical reasoning stop cold in their tracks -- mesmerized.

Something primal consumes you.
You feel as you breathe.
You see more than you see
A long lost friend smiles, just recognizable.

Newborn night; you're left in that loud silence
Of knowing, why you are.