Beyond the Reach

By Daya Tony

“Manifest it. Visualise. Feel it close.”

But how do I manifest a hug

that held me before I knew what fear was?

How do I visualise a voice

that once called my name like a lullaby?



If Amma were here, the storms would hush,

Her silence louder than any rush.

No trembling nights, no aching dawn—

Her voice alone could lead me on.



If Amma were here…

Would I have broken this way?

Would I still search for courage

when her eyes used to hand it to me without words?



It’s been two years and seven moons passed

but in pain, the clock turns back.

In turbulence, her absence screams louder,

like silence pressing against my chest.



I miss the calls, the touch, the cheer—

The world feels colder year by year.

But in my soul, she softly stays,

Guiding me through my darkest days.



So when I stumble, lost or low,

I close my eyes, and let her flow—

In breath, in breeze, in sky above—

Wrapped in her eternal love.



This is love—

not of light and universe magic,

but of roots that once held us steady.



And all I can do

is ache, remember, and breathe her name

into the quiet