Ishaisms, Nostalgia, Poetry

Lost Child

nobody listens when you need to be heard the most

from the blues to the utter darkness, couldn’t care less, no

if there is no room for life after catharsis

why am I looking

why am I even looking

for my northern lights?

Sad monotones from sad keys of monochrome

sadder dreams of playing those notes left abandoned

who is this new person – I don’t recognise her –

no angst anymore, no dreams,

low tones,

slow tones

Spanish guitar may move her spirit,

but the subdued ivory sonatas still hit closer to home.

Why does she dream of simpler times, of ‘aching joys’ even before she sleeps?

Shelley couldn’t have saved her, no,
poetry never did

why, of all the things she could’ve thought of, she went back to the yellow doll?

I miss her terribly,

I wish faithfully

that in an alternate reality she can reverse it all.

She waits by the lamppost

ink stains on the street – glimmering blue –

Blue water, blue skies, blue, blue mind…

blue ink…

maybe blue could be a good colour too.

perhaps it is what it is for reasons too ethereal

perhaps like the passing seasons, it is not to be observed

but to truly feel

and through it, to heal

And perhaps, there is a reason for everything to be per se

perhaps she’s had to fight too many dark nights,

for darkness to never again hold sway

Β© Isha Garg

11 thoughts on “Lost Child”

  1. Glorious! Perfectly appropriate for my serene cafe moment, under grey clouds clustering …. and inward thoughts gathering. The change of season has such creative potential dear Ishu πŸ™πŸ» πŸ“– πŸ–Š πŸ’œβ€οΈπŸ’œ

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    1. I can totally picture you in the cafΓ©, and long to be told what you’re thinking of (perhaps in an Armadillo rhyme?) ❀😊😘 With the change of seasons comes the wistful and wayward nostalgia too – and I succumb like a sinner. Thank you for your sweet words my dearest Lady D ❀
      P.S. Miss you and looking forward to our conversation soon ❀❀❀😍

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  2. Poignant and perfect Isha. Wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but your finale was
    beautiful. There are many good poets in WordPress, a few great ones. You always find a way to reach our soul. To leave an imprint with your words. And you never have to do it with gimmicks or writing tricks. Never overly mushy or emotional. Your writing is always subtle, but it never fails to leave a mark in my soul.

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    1. Oh you’ll never know how much I needed to hear this, Drew! I’m honoured and blessed to have one of the greatest poets on WordPress not only follow my blog, but also appreciate it so. You truly made my day with this comment.
      (Spoiler alert: mushy and emotional line ahead)
      Thank you from the bottom of my heart! πŸ™

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