They vanished when he was seven —
his mother's lullaby,
his father's stories,
swallowed by silence.
Raised by hands that tried,
but never truly healed,
Shiva learned to live with the ache.
Then came Sri —
a spark in the dark,
a reason to hope.
And just like before,
she too was taken.
Stolen by shadows
as he stood, powerless.
But fate had not abandoned him.
In the quiet after grief,
an old man's soul
whispered from beyond —
a forgotten guide
bound by mystery and memory.
Now Shiva walks a path
etched in flame and longing,
chasing love,
seeking truth,
guided by a ghost
who knows more than he says.