Ishaisms, Poetry


I am a lost boat

tossed in the storm…

These nights are merciless,

but the waters carry me along…

Is it okay to give up?

Tell me, how far am I to go?

Is the journey futile if not destined?

Oh, tell me, how much further to the shore?

The waves torture me with dilemma –

now here, now there; now high, now low;

pulled up to the moon in amorous embrace,

then shunned back – to tormenting flow…

A rough voyage, this…

Will I make it, who knows?

Yet I must keep floating in the sea…

as long as hope, beams in the lighthouse…

Β© Isha Garg


26 thoughts on “Lighthouse”

  1. Hope indeed keeps us sailing when the tide turns against us. It is that glimmer of lightning that appears on the dark stormy sky, lighting up everything that seemed hopeless, revealing a distant island, yes there is hope. πŸ™‚

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