With a tired mind and a heavy heart.
I spent my gold and I lost my way,
Living for others every day.
My health is gone, my light is dim,
Pushed right over the breaking brim.
I’ve done enough, I’ve paid the cost,
In all I gave, myself was lost.
No more burdens, no more strain,
I cannot carry someone else’s pain.
The tank is dry, the road is rough,
I’m standing tall and saying:
enough is enough!
Sikaran
January 2026
A long journey, a tired flight.
I reached my room and had a nap,
To rest my eyes from the bright light.
I woke up and went for a walk outside,
And there you were, standing there.
In brown Shorts and a top of white,
With a hat on your lovely hair.
You were stunning, adorable, and outshining,
With eyes that were so deep and dark.
You didn't speak, you only stared,
Leaving a deep and ancient mark.
The way you looked at me just then,
Implied the target had been ceased.
It was the same powerful look you gave ,
When our young hearts were first released.
A curl of hair went past your ear,
I saw your collarbone so plain.
It made me feel that fresh, deep love,
And made me come alive again.
I remembered then the day we met,
A moment I could never forget.
Your vibrant smile, that same white top,
The way my heart would start and stop.
Back then, you looked with secret eyes,
Ignoring me to my surprise.
But now I was happy. I said hello,
We hugged for a long, long time.
We waited to find the right words to say,
In a world that felt so noicy and loud .
Our voices were shaky, but we talked,
As we rode upon the city train.
We stopped to have some ice cream there,
You had a red jelly drink, sweet and plain.
I said I had to go to meetings,
So we walked through a park of green.
We shared a kiss and one more hug,
The sweetest moment I have seen.
My phone rang and I had to rush,
I said, "I'll see you when I'm through."
I finished all my work hurry and fast,
And went back out to look for you.
But you didn't show, you weren't there,
I called your name and started to cry.
I shouted for you in the street,
Underneath the Bangkok sky.
Then I woke up in my quiet room,
The dream was gone, and I was alone.
I rested there and caught my breath,
It was just a dream I had known.
சிகரன்
15.01.26
I have what many call their wealth.
My parents call, my siblings 'care' ,
But still, I find a darkness there.
The rooms are clean, the walls are tall,
But no shadow hits the wall.
No little voice, no messy floor,
Just silence waiting at the door.
My friends all talk, the strangers chat,
About this life, and this and that.
They tell me I am doing well,
Inside a quiet, lonely shell.
Some chase me for what they want,
Some please me for what they can't
Many follow me because they are reminded.
Any of these are not my kind.
My soul is hear, our hands may touch,
But nothing seems to matter much.
I smile at them, I play the part,
While coldness settles in my heart.
I have it all, the world can see,
But no one truly hears or sees me.
A house that's full, a life that's spread,
With nothing but the dark ahead
Sikaran
JAN 26
