A Chosen Story

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Fri Jul 03 2026

Pick your story
Let the cobra rise and hug your heart
A hero born to a villain's vice
You exist only in balance.
To believe nothing and yet all at once
For I only live in probabilities.
The psychology lives as the gold along the once broken vase
There to be traced in any foolish tale.
For as long as you truly be and believe
There is no story that is a lie.
We've lived all lives in the epics of every language of time
And all it takes is a story to understand the life I am yet to live.