A poem by Sai Varenya

 He appears like a comet

My bestie, he is-- 

Talks once in a blue moon, 

While my heart waits

For his presence

So patiently... 

He was a nightingale

In days now vanished. 

Now he blooms like Kurinji flower--

Rare, distant, and fleeting. 

Yet, my mind returns to him

Every day, every night, every breath, 

He is absent, yet alive within me

I call him a valuable friend, 

Though his warmth comes Like sunlight through clouds--

Felt for a moment, then gone before I can hold,

-- Sai Varenya

Time:7.30 pm-7. 39 pm

Ode to My Twin Soul-- Sai Varenya

 A compadreship started years ago--

The one I forgot gender. 

I emptied my mind to my twin soul today, 

And I saw my words 

Spill, flood, overflow. 

I sensed a dull ache in my chest, 

And heard a drum beating

Found it's my heart. 

Suffocation in my nose

When oxygen was plenty

I don't know why

I felt very strange

Not normal for me

Though normal, my friend calls it.

-- Sai Varenya

18/04/2026

Time: 2.21 pm