Divine Therapy

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Fri Jul 03 2026

Tomorrow seems like yesterday.
I'm standing on a travelator staring at my feet.
I'm still piecing together these clouds
That drifted far and cried dry
In pursuit of a divine therapy.
A night sky lit by dancing kites
A lullaby heard in the cacophony of cocks
I learn to forgive myself, love myself and accept myself.
A unique world believed by each staring face,
Is none of it real or is all of it?
If all we are and all we know
Lives and dies with the breaths of men,
Why must I not accept this water as all it can dare to be?
I am a healer, breathing in peace
With the smile that can soothe your unknown pain
And in that grace you offer me
The gift of purpose, my manna drug.
Tomorrow feels like yesterday
But today I am free.