Sonshine Chronicles - Ainesh at 21

The first time I saw you, tiny and new,

I fell in love ~ deep, endless, true.

My sonshine, my joy, my heart’s own song,

A bond unshaken, forever strong.

From cartoon mornings, Ben 10 in tow,

Imagining powers, ready to go.

Transforming mischief into endless fun,

A little hero, my number one.

Then WWE, the roar, the fight,

Jumping off sofas, ready to smite.

You practiced your moves, belt in hand,

A fearless warrior, ready to stand.

Football fever soon took its turn,

With every match, a fire would burn.

From backyard goals to dreams so wide,

You played with heart, with fearless stride.

Through every phase, through highs and lows,

You’ve grown in ways only love knows.

Mistakes were made, but lessons won,

Each battle fought, each victory spun.

Now here you stand at twenty-one,

A journey vast, yet just begun.

I am proud of the man you’re meant to be,

Strong, kind, and wild, yet free.

And up above, beyond the skies,

Mamachchi & Dadda Seeya smile with pride.

They see your heart, they feel your light,

Guiding you gently, day and night.

You give me strength with every day,

Your love, your light, in every way.

Through life, you stand so close, so true,

My sonshine, I am so damn proud of you.

~Amma~

Happy 21st, Aina Maina 💜

Your legend’s just begun!

Breaking the cycle

We all have patterns,

but I want to break mine

to be free from the endless repeat,

the cycle spinning in my mind.

Believing in absence,

holding on too long,

hoping things will change,

betting on the emotionally unavailable.

Little by little,

I chip away at my heart,

digging deeper into my soul,

losing pieces of myself

until I am unrecognizable,

too far gone.

Like a true crab, I retreat,

withdrawing into my shell,

waiting for the world to feel safe again.

But life will burn me,

again and again,

until I break the pattern,

and set myself free.

Addicted to You, Finally Free

I drank you in like a burning flame,

A fire I knew would never tame.

Every word, every touch, every sigh,

A dose too sweet, a love too high.

You awakened my soul, set it alight,

A spark that turned into endless night.

My vulnerability found a home,

A place where love and longing roamed.

I felt love like it was a drug,

Rushing through veins, never enough.

Then came the numbness through my bones,

A silence colder than being alone.

I built my world on fleeting dreams,

Chasing shadows, stitched at the seams.

Even pain, when it came, felt divine,

For even hurt still meant you were mine.

But love should not feel like a chain,

Not a hunger wrapped in pain.

I see it now, clear as day,

You were the poison in my veins.

So here I stand, no longer weak,

No longer lost in the love I seek.

I walk away, my spirit whole,

With peace and love deep in my soul.

The Theatre of Politics

Politics is about podiums and speeches,

Grand proclamations and lofty reaches.

Perspectives shift, opinions sway,

Yet real work seems kept at bay.

Many discussions, endless debates,

Crafting promises to captivate.

Negotiations, backroom deals,

Managing power, spinning wheels.

Stakeholders courted, alliances made,

Decisions delayed, agendas played.

A cycle of motions, a dance so grand,

Yet change remains a distant land.

For politics is more than just the game,

It holds the power to spark real change.

But will the podium’s echo fade?

Or will action rise, unafraid?