Two years have passed since my mother left this world. The reality that she is no longer here for me to call her ‘Amma’ weighs heavily on my heart and brings tears to my eyes. Though it all feels like a dream, the memory of her in my heart and mind, and her presence in my life, are far from being a mere dream. Cherishing these memories, I find the strength to carry on.
Not a Dream
Appearing like a dream
You blended into the air
Becoming a memory in my heart
You remain unshaken.
You are absent, yet present
You exist, yet you hide
What is false, what is true?
You leave me in agony.
Living was real
Disappearing is real
But both
Aren’t entirely true.
Living after disappearance
Or disappearing after life
Is it true or not?
I can’t understand.
This relationship
Has no equal
It has no beginning
And no end.
An eternal bond
That transcends time
Will it fade
Only if the body is forgotten?
Days passed
Months have flown
Two years have gone by
Even so,
It feels like yesterday
My heart swells
And tears overflow.
To call you “Mother”
You are not near
Yet, your love
Hasn’t disappeared.
Though you became a memory
And blended into the air
You live in my heart
It is no dream.
26-12-2024
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