Heleena Rose Teresa
Writer · Kerala · India
I write before feelings learn how to behave, turning ordinary moments into quiet poetry with hidden emotions.
A writing journey
I wrote endlessly as a child, but none of those poems survived because I was too young and foolish to realize memories can disappear. Then life and pressure dragged me toward science instead of art, and somewhere between failure, loneliness, and silently enduring everything alone, I lost not just my words but parts of myself too. I never turned my pain into statuses or loud confessions, I just carried it quietly until it became unbearable. Writing always felt like sharing my burdens with a best friend, so when life grew too heavy for silence, poetry returned and spoke for me.
Published writing
Stay Awhile
The night sighs soft
With silver air,
Yet all feels still
And strangely bare.
My heart seeks warmth,
A gentle spark,
Come be my moonlight
In the dark.
Sit beside
My restless mind,
Leave the heavy
World behind.
Stars may fade
And nights may roam,
But kind hearts still
Feel like home.
Even The Moon Turned Away
The sky is screaming, cold and black
Rain beats like fists that won’t hold back
No stars, no light, just thunder’s cry
Even the moon won’t meet my eye
I spoke in fire, I broke the peace
Now guilt won't let my breathing cease
She’s gone, and still the storm remains
A mirror for my hidden chains
The night won’t end, the sky won’t speak
And I am shattered, drowned, and weak
The world has closed its light and door
I’m not forgiven anymore
Before I Go
I spoke without care
a stray word, a cruel edge,
and it landed like a quiet wound
you never showed.
I see it now, too late
in the way you look,
like you're still holding it.
Forgive me.
Not because I deserve it
but because time's thinning in my bones,
and breath comes shorter every night.
I won't be here
long enough to make it right.
Clouds In Your Language
You warned me,
“Don't show your clouds to strangers,
They'll just call it pretty rain.”
Then added, "I can't read your skies in English, anyway."
So I gathered every storm,
Translated each one
Into the sky you said you knew.
But when I let it rain,
You were too busy
Looking for sunlight
Somewhere else.
The Rules They Drew
We build our boats with measured hands,
Mark the tide where limits stand.
Yet winds arise, the waters play,
And what was firm is swept away.
They tell us, "Here, the line is drawn,"
But waves won't let it linger long.
A step too close, the sand recedes,
A step too far, the ocean feeds.
The rules are fixed, or so they claim,
Yet shifting tides don't play the game.
We chase the shore, we wade, we dive,
Yet still, they ask- "Why not arrive?"