മറവിയിലൊഴുകും ഓർമ്മകൾ

മറവിയിലൊഴുകും ഓർമ്മകൾ

മറവിതൻ മാറിലാഴ്ന്ന് മങ്ങിമായുന്നൊരെൻ മായകളെ,

ഓർമ്മതൻ ഒഴുക്കിൽ ഓളങ്ങൾനീക്കി ഒഴുക്കിനീ.

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The Quiet Disappearance

“മറവിതൻ മാറിലാഴ്ന്ന് മങ്ങിമായുന്നൊരെൻ മായകളെ…”

There are feelings that never find expression. Not because they lack depth, but because they are never given form. They remain unspoken, unrecorded, and slowly dissolve into the soft anonymity of forgetfulness.

The “മായകൾ” (illusions, imaginations, tender inner creations) in this line are fragile possibilities - thoughts that once flickered within but were never held long enough to become real. They sink quietly into “മറവി” (forgetfulness), not with noise, but with a kind of silent surrender.

This is not loss in a tragic sense. It is a natural fading, like mist that was never meant to stay.

The Stirring of Memory

“ഓർമ്മതൻ ഒഴുക്കിൽ ഓളങ്ങൾനീക്കി ഒഴുക്കിനീ”

And yet, something changes...

The arrival of a presence, not loud, begins to disturb this stillness. Memory, which once lay calm or unnoticed, begins to move. Not violently, but like gentle ripples spreading across water : പ്രതിയോളങ്ങൾ നീക്കിയ ഓളങ്ങൾ പോലെ.

She does not create something entirely new. Instead, she awakens what was already there. The forgotten does not return as it was. It returns with motion, with clarity, with life. The “ഓളങ്ങൾ” are not disruptions, but expressions - signs that something within me has begun to flow into existence.

From Forgetfulness to Flow

What once faded without resistance now finds continuity. 

Before her, thoughts dissolved before they could take shape. After her, they begin to travel, from feeling into expression... from silence into form...

From unrealised imagination to articulate emotion... From inner stillness to creative movement... From forgetting to remembering with purpose...

She becomes not the source of creation, but the catalyst of all emergence.

The Unspoken Influence

There is no declaration here. No direct acknowledgment of her role. And yet, everything points toward it.

Her presence, or even her memory, carries a quiet power. It does not demand attention, yet it transforms. It does not instruct, it guides. Without intention, she reshaped my inner world.

This is why the verse does not say she gave something - it says she made the flow flow.

The line speaks of a journey: 

Of dreams that once faded unnoticed into forgetfulness,
now stirred into motion by memory;
not returning as they were,
but flowing forward as something alive.

And the ONE behind

Not a love that speaks aloud,
but one that moves in silence - deep as reverence.

Not creation from nothing,
but awakening of what was always waiting.

Not a person who changed my perspective, 
but one who set the emotions within me in motion.

And somewhere within that movement; 
the poetry between us chose to stay, 
instead of fading away.

And She...

Not a word, not a presence that announces itself;
but a melody.
A melody does not argue, does not demand understanding.
It simply exists, 

and is felt.

In my heart that knew only silence... 

In the quiet before music...

In the pause before breath becomes song;

she did not just filled the void with light, 

but revealed that even the voiceless void could sing and shine.

The 7th Sea

There are names that aren't just names,
but directions.
Not a place on any map,
but a depth that cannot be reached by distance.

And somewhere beyond measure,
Wave No.8 moves, in silence;
not to claim the sea, 

but to belong to its rhythm.

An address not meant for delivery, 

but to be kept forever.
A space where words gather,
not to reach me,
but to remain true to what she awakened...

❤️❤️❤️ You, Always